The World is Bleeding
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The World is Bleeding
Behold, men of reason, our bleeding world,
With a bloody, raging war long unfurled,
Children moaning in darkness of despair
Just left lo themselves without any care
After saddening loss of their father;
Bewail the fate of a distressed mother
Grieving the loss of her spouse and her child
In a long blood-stained war brutish and wild
Between two well endowed advanced nations
Defying rules of all rigid sanctions.
Behold, citizens of our bleeding earth
The destruction of infrastructure worth
Many a hundred billions of dollars,
Shining hopes of residents to splinter
To become strangers in their own country,
For many, their means reduced to scanty
With pitiful basic infrastructure
And often with shattered social structure;
Many a humane heart bleeds at such plight
And are surfed with sympathy at such sights.
Behold, men of present generation
Wilful disarray in wealth creation,
The fateful loss of schooling by children,
With their future goals and vision smitten
On the bare rocks of dull and dark despair
At sight of bleeding corpses without care,
Blown by hostile guns just lying aground
And stinking human cadavers around,
With voice of international justice
In vain and pitched down a deep precipice.
Behold, mindful men of our bleeding time
Conflicts in the Middle-East at its prime
The endless loss of sacred human life
In bleeding battles waged as daily strife;
Bewail the woeful misery of men
Sinking deep down a dreadful drowning den,
Deprived of primary essential needs,
With not even bare broken bones to feed
For those subdued at the low ladder`s rung
Who in the deepest poverty are slung.
In other climes, bloodshed and civil strife
Are common scenes in the drama of life,
Spreading toxic venoms of violence
Sourcing from the sheer dearth of tolerance
Sowing seeds of division amidst states
Blowing the wild woeful winds of sheer hate,
Massive displacement of man like cattle
In awful short-lived shelters to settle
Leading to weltering waves of distress
And amidst families, clouds of sadness.
Beware gentlemen, those who live by swords
Kiss the ground at the gateway of the Lord,
Beware that justice of the Mighty Lord
Discerns no flaws, no frowns, as His records
Are faultless and none can ever afford
To escape his own due, going forward.
Beware thoughtful men, in the sands of time
Bleeding wars lead to victims and war crimes,
Never a bloody war creates victor,
It leads to downfall of moral rigours,
Untold, unseen and countless savagery
Crossing the far bounds of humanity;
In the north or south, in the west or east
Will surface the sparkling sunshine of peace
Only with real brotherhood of men
And ever living as a faithful friend.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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