
Nekneeraj’s Photo Challenge #327; Photo by Paul Theodor Oja on Pexels.com
He set himself free, the dark jinn of Moloch.
The year was 2020. The mood was erratic.
They blamed it on the Orange Can, and then a lab’s contagion.
The daily murder of the unborn remained unheeded.
No one saw his face. No one knew his name.
The dark jinn was loose, but he was no man.
He had come to stay. It would be written as his day.
To watch the world burn came the jinn of Moloch.
The dark Jinn of Moloch AKA Corona ??:P
Good one here 🙂
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Poetic license is a beautiful thing 😉
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hahah.. definitely 😀
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