The Carnival

Muhammad Khairul
2 min readSep 4, 2023
Photo by Ethan Hoover on Unsplash

Ride on carousels that rotate around,
Go about in circles but reach no point,
Trapped in a circus ringed by clowns,
Enslaved our lives for mere gold coins;

Bartered our time for drips of honey,
Absorbed in burdens of futile duties,
Served buffoons who worshipped money,
Morbid parasites and the likes of fleas;

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Muhammad Khairul

✍🏼Writer, 📚 poet, 🎨 artist, ❤️‍🩹 HSP empath, 🧠 mental health advocate, 🎓 student of psychology kytelink.com/sangkhaiya