Tornado of Lies

They walked in silence, into the night

On a path that faded, at every step

It was dark and the sky kept pouring down

Pace never slackened, they had no doubts

Spoke in whisper nodded their heads

Kept their eyes focused ahead

Reaching the noisy, rusted gate

To enter the dead people’s land

Spades and shovels, dug old graves

Pulled out bodies with a putrified smell

Went back to town, bodies in tow

Dumped them on, a the ordained door

Picturesque town with gardens fresh

Will smell in the morning, like rotting flesh

Raising a tornado of flies

Someone will gain, someone will win

Friends and neighbours, will turn enemies

When the distorted past

And the present will meet

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar