Poet: Maram I. Mahamid- Chaos (Sonnet)

It is midnight and I am thinking
Insecurity… do we need a revolution?
People’s souls are drinking
Their last lives without a single solution!!

Someone is swiftly killed,
They are not or a friend or a relative!
With anger and temper I am filled!
A woman writes so? This is so freaking negative!

What is the plan?
To praise families, or condemn the criminals in silence?
Of fighting, each one is a fan!!
What is the use of educational license?

If minds ceased to work,
And reputation is but a cork?