I turn my eyes within
For the sights before me repel
A gallon of horror
In each event printed!
Add a strong touch of distrust
At the hypocrisy on lips!
And the confident misleading tips!
For the folds of corruption
Have enfolded every sector
Have spread like forest fire
Through this civilisation dire!
Each self needs to knock with in
For who can correct him
Who does not himself decide?
Restrain the better……to goodness abide?
Peace is an almost lost oasis
Rare found in these;
Conscience deserted lands
Perhaps even a mirage!
The thirsty hungry plod on
The vicious circles
Of the ambitious
Grip the neck in bottle necks
Of progress
Closed fists
Open danger
Repeat blasts chill
A robust survivor
The reluctant surveyor…….malinikadir
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