The Loss Of Humanity Poem by Subrata Ray

The Loss Of Humanity.

Why so many words?
Why not stoic are the bards?
Why like rotten smell words bubble,
Why enchanting arts,
Bring home seas of troubles!
Erosion of inner virtue signs,
The psychic suffers of cunning,
Vice drains the human-brain,
Make-belief makes Faith a phantom,
Faith and honesty of the proletariat,
Are tempered and dyed by higher comrades,
No Hell can tell of the psychic missiles,
Of our politicians and scholars' present profiles.
Yet in poetry some rejected vagabonds,
For loss of humanity would ever mourn! ! !