In the Midst of Hope

As the shattered ruins of tomorrow’s world horrifies shallow minds As the peace which we all succumbed to remains unglorified As the place we call our own litters with the ravages of the fortnight Humanity lies holding a candle in the name of peace and harmony which yet does not penetrate their minds As the inhabitants of this world decimate their lands are pillaged As people embrace vanity and suffer their own ways As the string of skeletons have their name etched In the book of sorrow In the book of dead The rebellious peasants are intent on causing wreckage Proving harm to their own people They don’t know that rather we all are the descendants of the same forefathers I want this to end noises of gunfire hurt ears drums Piercing and killing lives the images and the feelings scar some for life This is the place of death And I try to keep hope.