Let us praise the Lords,
For letting us to live,
In the war ridden zones,
Where anarchy rules,
Let us praise the Lords,
For the nonstop fireworks,
At the distant horizon,
Where the sad people mourn,
Let us praise the Lords,
For the previous disasters,
Solved, unsolved and mysteries,
Where the hearts of many torn,
Let us praise the Lords,
For the ups and downs,
Of organic and inorganic weapons,
Where the charts decide the happiness.
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A really great poem. It is a satire on our quality of life, our strife, our dreadful existence amid all the bloodshed and turbulence. Thanks for sharing it with us.