The Vultures

The vultures had been encircling the mountains.

Not because, they had to prove their might,

Their strength, and their applaudable ability,

To soar the skies.

They did not care about that, for,

The reputation had been established, long back.

These vultures had been waiting,

To feed on the carcasses of the humans,

The residents of the dystopian society,

Occupying the foot of the mountains.

Society had been widespread and wide maligned.

Theirs being heavily prone to

All sorts of provocation and incitement

Had earned for them, a status of being,

Gravely endangered.

And undoubtedly enough, the vultures

Seemed to have caught, the hints of this society,

Being the way it was, subject to extreme violence

And to malice and envy,

And to viciousness and terror.

The vultures had been in an extremely advantageous situation here.

And you could tell that from their growing numbers.

However, the dystopian residents down there,

Seemed to have no care about the same.

They still indulged in

The fallacies of their rather empty,

And even the same, devilish minds.

There is to be a day,

When we shall see the vultures gladly and

Voraciously consuming the remains of these humans.

And then, the mountain feet,

Shall only see skeletons,

Loads of them, an exodus of them.

The vultures have gone by then, to feed on,

The remains of yet another dystopian society.

The humans shall still take no clue.