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.
Copyright © Piya Goel | Year Posted 2019
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