
They toast the glass to ignore their agony.
But knocking down the beloveds like acid rain.
A hollow toast to numbness, cheers to night.
Throughout the time, their homes burned down.
Dramas, screams, words laced with venom,
Behind the closed doors.
Laughter and cries resound through craggy walls.
Blissful, naive as the roof falls.
Children sleep with a bottle tune.
Yells and screams their lullabies.
Dreams crushed beneath a lunate moon.
They think they are free with every pour.
But every sip drowns them more.
A drunkard’s triumph is short and loud.
But silence follows like a winding sheet.
It isn’t just one man’s plight.
It’s a society lost in the night.
Peace crushed, the truth twisted.
And dwellings are blacked out with doors unlocked.
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