DISSONANCE

This sphere of facts and verities

A suffocation to the human elements;

Conscience and rationality as known.

What unearthly state of affairs!

What stitches and marks to the mind!


A queasy storm of samples and tests

Floods every infirmary across places;

A domain of solace yearned for.

What sleepless nights on questions and doubts!

What apprehension cultivated by young and old!


A tremor of depression nips the economy

Songs of hunger toll a funeral procession;

Classes and castes a generational trend.

What hope against hope!

What story  down the history!


Infants wail in affliction and perish as innocents

While nations put one another in the dock;

Discrimination and conspiracy daily slices of cake.

What dogma of justice a constant reference!

What dogma of retribution never forgotten!


A cataclysm on nature on the other hand

Every eye on  elites that hurry for charities;

While some relax over media and amusement.

What wildfire of apathy runs in parallel!

What blow to the morals of populace!


Unprecedented atmosphere an everyday newborn

Science and discovery breathe in perplexity;

Man is having enough and debilitated.

Is a global annihilation in the making?




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