Fury And Agony
Smashed great structures blazing ,smoking,
And trembling, hot blocks lie about all around;
Hues, cries and groans fill in with the air rising
To merciless heights far above ; yet the sound
Reaches not the intended distant deaf border
Every new morn is just the same- -uncertain, vile,
Chaotic and full of bloody tears driving toward
Strange crash ,while the most dead spirit is guile;
The body continues to feel, the benumbed, hard
Senses refusing to settle down or yield to order
The victuals, bread and the twisted needs rife,
Lying on the ground, just beside the broken doll,
Speak of the tragic story of an ironic end of life!
Why smite ,kill and for what gain is such brawl?
The boundless bounty of Nature is put to plunder
Death and destruction as in a rare painted horror
Or a nightmare on a tensely disturbed,tired night;
Endless anxiety and abysmal ,deep agony, sorer
Than any malady eclipsing survival with might!
Ages pass yet Man still cherishes life asunder !
From the Decalogue to the loud statuting frame
Ethical and humane rights in words sound high
And aye claim the voice of love in every endgame;
Win or lose, one must not leave the other to cry
Sans sympathy,the aim of life is after all a blunder.
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