Oh No

Through animosity, the gods forsaken

Unbroken, punishes the innocent

Through hells and darkness forcibly undertaken

Till agonies produce the tears so coveted

Aspired with their gleaming eyes and hunger

To once again profusely produced

Be ecstasy of neverending party

Alarmingly is welling from containers

Though prudence is a fruit partaken hardly

As they continue with the song and dance

Chance carrying the burden of such recklessness

So often called by them as “confidence”

Til sudden rupture can create a flood

Would be an easy and, too, quite avoidable

Catastrophe of overwhelming blood

If only if a gaze was turned at backs

Cracks horrifyingly attempt denouncing

Yet there is negligence in use of necks

But there is never late time for comeuppance

Glance little is sole thing needed to take

To realize the instant happenstance