A World Gone Mad
There'll always be questions
Begging for urgent answers,
As long as life in continuum
Revolve within its perimeters.
Far from anyone's wisdom
Are all the daily occurrences
Which in different episodes
Appear from variant courses.
Despite all the sought clues
By man in every walks of life,
The law of darkness still rules
As the world keeps to strife.
Who was there at creation
That would not weep bitterly
For that beautiful perfection
That has become disorderly?!
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