The blue skies are gone,
The white clouds have faded into black ones.
Now the vision is blurred in grey hues.
The air is claustrophobic.
We shut the doors and windows to it now.
The rains that once were welcome breath
Now most harmful even to trees.
Heavens turn to hell in ear-deafening gunshots.
Blood soaks the valleys that once nurtured mystics,
They are now a glory of the past.
Mothers and cubs are killed with promises of protection,
Forests are cut down for industrialisation.
The birds find no holes for their nests.
Men who build monuments of marble
It could provide not a tiny gap for these poor creatures.
Those houses on the streets,
Where wine flows free, and sumptuous food is laid,
Where clothes and houses are status symbols,
Pictures posted for validation,
Dreams are shallow
And relationships astray.
Selfish, hated, cruel, intolerant,
Humanity is breathing its last.
Where is the hope we had in the past?
Is there a Saviour coming on his white horse?
His thunder-like sword to bolt the evil?
Is his bravery and might enough to protect the balance?
Or the World will die a slow death
Hoping for a miracle never to be?
~ Suranya