The Deadly Triad of History

The Deadly Triad of History The Renaissance enlightened minds sprouted revolutions of evolutionary kinds favouring towards nation state and absurd race of imperialism began envious of one-another, to conquer the world with guns and glory planted the seeds of violence for future stories. The colonial masses indulged in trade trafficking of humanity and race. Arms and artillery new gems hoarding it became the new trend. And when the clouds of war rose With time, the world divided into two rows the Axis and the Allied. For their master's pride and name soldiers shed their blood in dark sunsets for unknown enemy in an alien world far away from their motherland surfing above taboos and customs across the vast turquoise oceans. And those native to their soil lucky enough to be buried in own land unlike the foes and friends whose corps lie away from their beloved eyes that waited for their sons and husbands in the backyard of their doorstep with rosy petals either for corpse or man! The two wars plundered the civilians too with swords of hunger and an inflation boom. When Fat Man and The little boy caused irreversible havoc burning the land of rising Sun. And the dawn of doomsday began with red stained walls and streets and ear-splitting yelling whose voice still echoes in the lanes of dark history. Such a disaster was the wars with millions of immortal brave corpses. ---------------±-------------*------ Time spins to the future The sensible democratic world With advanced and growing states And technologies touching skies and space! But one day everything comes to dust All technologies and medicines rust Humans bow down to the earth. An invisible being ruling the world, Dragon’s bio-weapon or a nature’s curse , That soon will be judged. The sapiens struggling for a single breath Nation’s paralysed and individual’s helpless Masking and distancing with families and friends Caged inside the desolate four walls. Waves peak fall and waves again Innocent pale eyes glance Those rushing white vans night and days, Roaring siren’s and people’s cries And corpse that lies on streets Flowing down river streams, Civilians frontline workers or leaders A millionaire ,billionaire or a needy leader Race religion colour or caste and creed Virus did ‘nt differentiate the beings, Millions lost their lives in short span of time against the war of new kind. The tale that was witnessed by this generation Through pallid pages Flash back of those wars and the deaths Refreshes up again with this new battle.