Impassive Humans!

 




Thy heart is now but sedimented rock

Anger, anxiety and fear flock

Without compassion, love or contentment

Filled to the brim with only resentment

 

His beautiful creation has lost its charm

The purpose now is only to harm

His warning not to taste the fruit of greed

Was dumped without reason and without heed

 

Vengeance to the core and hatred to the bones

Has but left with many deserted wones

An eye for an eye has made thee blind

Kinship is now a luxury we seldom find

 

Loss weighs heavier than gain

Every strike brings immense pain

Will thy ever see to reason

The world is all but changing seasons


© Anjana Premkumar 2024


* wones means human dwellings

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