Written by Shruthi
Where children are miserable with Hands, feet, faces covered in burns and gunpowder Lungs that inhale toxic fumes And pockets filled with a day's meagre meal Where rivers run redÂ
And trees shed tears Still, we reconcile with losing The simple luxury of swaying with wildflowers
Where streets once full of light and laughter Are now filled with fleeing, screaming people Uncomprehending eyes and cold hands All because in a world so full of hate They had felt pride in their identity
Where the Earth rattles with fury at regular intervals And a child's bedroom is glassless windows and a ratty mattress
Where nights are pierced with shots, shouts
And broken dreams Where our fate that hangs precariously
Awaits a saviour, a messiah, or salvation We beget decorated lies from greedy lips
That mete out empty promises Our World, this solitary orb
Is enveloped by oblivion With us seeking what’s rudimentary
And yet theoretical: Peace