Outlaws by Shwetha H S

Outlaws

Behind the bars of gaiety

They sulk in parity

They yelp

They call for help

They fake their death

 

Years of banished memories

Return with vengeance

They ruin

They run

They leave you to death

 

The way you see others

Through rich ostrich feathers

You break

You change yourself

You revive or succumb

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