This is a poem in iambic pentameter based upon Othello, written in an imitation of Shakespearean language. It explores the effects of jealousy upon the three principal characters in the play, and in Iago’s case, his manipulation of it. The first verse is from Iago’s point of view, the second from Desdemona’s, and the third from Othello’s.
What is happening? Hollowed hearts now fill to the brim with catastrophe And insanity becomes an accepted normality in society. Tolerance is shunned with the word ‘fake’, Isolation clashes with forlornness, Sad is the new happy; God can’t save us now. Onlookers from above peek at us with disgust, Inciting lucifer to take us already. Never would I have thought that humanity would crumble this fast. Ghouls run the streets now. Only thing to save us is ourselves. Narcissism rules like no other.