Troubled by turmoil
humanity, still
tries its best to toil
So much of turbulence
in air
So hard to plant your feet
in soil
Opposing forces pull apart
this gap just keep on getting large
So where did love and peace escape
and how did we reach this hell's old gate
So lonesome, lifeless bereft of joys
I trip myself at senseless ploys.
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