It’s ridiculous.
I spend many sleepless nights,
Study many difficult books,
Take many addictive Paracetamols,
And read many thick dictionaries,
Just so I could;
Define your inhumanity,
Understand your insensitivity,
And answer this one question that’s been bugging my head:
Tell me,
HOW CAN YOU SLEEP?
Knowing that the world’s tumbling down
Because of your dirty hands.
Knowing that many clueless souls sacrificed
To celebrate your shameful agendas.
Seem to me,
You are Sir,
A fanatic megalomaniac.
A paranoid android.
Lara W.A
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-bug-me-sir/
