Mixture 3

It's an age where- The noticeable is unnoticed¤ I see love curved like C's, Forming a ditch- Hoi polloi fall into¤ As green grasses go brown; Corruption remains the core option- To all swinish citizens I see, Faded dreams; Coloured by padded visions¤ Beauty; Coated by sugary elements, As sanity- Is purged from the system¤ The price of commodities increase, As the cost of immoralities decrease; A costless cost, Which leaves one in cuts Now, Even kids can afford **** flakes! I see chunks of truth, Stuck between the teeth; Of them that tell lies They say- It's an age of recession I say- It's an age where, The wages of erstwhile deeds are paid; In ash and kind I look forward to a stage, When the four words of- Time, hope, gain and love; Will transcend, The sit of deceit A land where, We no longer roll away roles, As we all play our parts- In the melodic line, Of transmutation A world where; We all embrace each race, And sieve out- Any concoction of racism A purpose driven age Let us blend sanity with purpose¤ What if we- Dish love on the plate of sincerity? We should stir hope, With positive actions¤ Couldn't we combine- Merriment with a sense of value? Our promises could be rich in truth¤ (You know) Few drops of thick observation- May quench a thirsty soul It's time- Time for us to sift all negligence, And lift our roles from holes Time for us to create; A mixture of solutions The time, Is now!!