Foul! Foul!

a poem by Sony Dalia

Light consuming brightness
is not tragic,
blood thirsting after blood
is not traumatic,
corridor instructing the chambers
is unfortunate!

Branding birth for all the maladies,
flailing faith for all inconsequential events,
those that employ
the same for self aggrandizement…
the same for boosting bile…
spitting venom,
spreading distaste among admirers
so as to encroach upon the earth
so as to enjoy the ensuing drama
Foul! Indeed, Foul!!