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Unholy


A calm  sea,
the day before, loses 
its temper rages in fury t
he day after up go the waves 
with a roar, down they fall 
with a thud. An ongoing disaster,

it is a collapse. houses 
on  sea shore tumble
head over heels
float in the water 
go into the profound.
No trace of  a brick,
 whatsoever.

Watching them fall,
 I think of unholy 
those of a family 
which stood the test
of times with grace
succumbing to vile 
and greed.

 It drifts apart, with little 
of its past.  Hunger  has 
gobbled its status, thirst 
has  gulped the unity,
there lies a skeleton 
 bones protruding,
a ghastly sight 
whatsoever.