When My Song Ends

When my song ends without melody When my poems ends without speaking When my pain ends without gratitude When my love ends without forgiving When my success ends without offering When my failures ends without learning I see no fruits bearing, I see no saplings multiplying I see no hands held, I see no orphan being home I see poor becoming poorer I see rich becoming richer I see enmity on the rise and Humanity diminishing I see peace scarce I see mercy bagged the backseat I see a portion of elite ruling I see a portion of helpless slavery.