Mends its way through rigidity,
Essence of man is deserted
In pursuit of blind concepts.
Life was simple with less war
But now, not anymore
For civilization killed all that was man
In the name of power, love slashed wildly.
Murky waters of blunt thoughts
Find its way into everything man
Alas! All that was man is now gone
Unto oblivion man dies to become vicious.
Intangible weapons of hypocrisy explodes hypocritically
Wounding everyone far and near with rattling blast,
Technology spews volatility with eagerness
Wisdom cremated at the height of civilization.
Between the cracks of wound sustained
A little love is still flowing slowly
A little bit tainted but still a chance is there
To return to a life, of what we were – mankind.
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It is said love will overcome...even if it does seem in short supply at the moment :) I understand your agony...
ReplyDeleteSad, but you have hope at the end, in the little love that flows and cannot be tamed by technology and its priests.
ReplyDeleteNever ending tales....seems like....Many ready to die for love...not as many to live for it! :))
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika