When evening shadows fall

The ice queen played with the salty tears of the meek in digital
fires, she chained them under the cold wild earth, the air was sticking
to their voiceless throats.
The wheels are turning with a dreadful noise, the scattered splinters
of the heart are lost in images of violence and naked relief,
the thieves and dealers are doing infected designer drugs and
deep meditation from the book of management, they stole
the trickery of endless power and put it in a little box,

the ignorant virus was found in every word

that kept on penetrating in the fragile minds.
The soldiers were initiated by raping an innocent flower in the
dark dust of greed.

“From dusk to dawn when evening shadows fall.”