Evils Are Rising

I was walking beneath the dimness of a misty night With a cheerful mind full of optimism, “all is well”. Myriad noises were hovering in hectic riots of light Yet one mild voice made my silent conscience swell. I was passing by so hurriedly while I abruptly heard A grave utterance of an infant unto another, saying, “Really, people of this world have become so bad”. I became astounded by a kid’s deep understanding. Cynicality has left a mark even in softest of bosom. I wonder why an innocent child would remark thus Though it had not met with reality, harsh, gruesome. Or was it already a victim, like each enslaved mass? Perhaps his tiny eyes too observed the human-fiend That devours the weaker ones with their sharp teeth. Raw power is hovering around the afflicted mankind And camouflaging, many Evils are rising underneath.