Midst the barbs and the Rancour
Midst the din and the Clamour,
Cries a saddened, trampled, “Reason”
A clobbered “Conscience” that amounts to Treason
For, no greater Infidels will we ever find
Than those who, seemingly, portray a despairing, shackled mind
And, no greater Sin will there ever be
Than the lies we see, within Hypocrisy.
‘Tis a very uncaring, callous, state
The dark side of Dame Fate,
The world ablaze with insularity
Unbounded, the whys and wherefores Of rampant Hate.
No one cares for any other
Compassion is a dead word, Brother,
Look around and you will see
And, aghast, you will shudder.
Truth, wears a cloak of sorts
Naked lie ambition courts,
The world a consortium of
Heinous crimes and blatant torts.
The Mirror does, all this reflect
Each day showing more disconnect
Between, Man and Man everywhere
No regard, nothing called plain respect.
Arrogance, borders on the extreme
Utopia, now an eternal dream,
Flowing from all mountain- tops
Now “hydra- headed” every stream.
Hope, the one immortal head
Of this mythical tale,
Is the one with Conscience and Reason alive
And not, where pursuit of gain at any cost Is the holy grail.
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