Paradox of the Ravaged Terrene

With too much Pride,
Needing a guide,
we will deny it,
But behind lies we hide.

Bliss Lost,
The Holocaust,
We behold to see,
Heads camouflaged in frost.

Not acquiring the blame,

craving for fame,
as advanced as we are,
We're all still Untamed.


 















Children Abandoned,
Destitute and stranded,
we're all perishing the life,
That we have been handed.

People availing fights,
No longer cherishing the sights,
while mere mortals are taking
Our God blessed Rights.

Commandos Killed,
Void can't be filled,
Pray and Pay attention,
For pure souls have been tilled.

The urge to find peace,
To work In-Sync like geese,
But tremendous of all,
The Hate needs to cease.