The colourful world of yesteryears is no
more
It’s survived by a bleak world of hate and
killing and pain….
A life riddled with sorrow.
When love gets thin, faults get thick
There’s nobody to blame but our thinking
You, me, he and she; Us, they, never we.
Is this what life was meant to be?
Did HE mean for us to fight and kill?
It’s about time we stopped to think.
This path leads to hell
Of destruction and pain
Of loneliness and fatigue
There is no gain.
Where are we headed?
At this rate there’s no tomorrow
Just one big graveyard called the world.
~ Rukma
