From where it all started, Poem #2

WHENCE WE HAVE LESS, WE SUFFER LOSS

BUT WHEN HAVE MORE, WE SUFFER GREED.

ITS SOONER THE BETTER TO REALIZE,

TO HALT OUR EVILS DEEDS, THERE IS AN URGENT NEED.

 

ARE WE HUMANS?

CAUSE WE LACK HUMANITY!

WHY POLLUTE WITH BOMBS AND GUNS,

WHY ADD TO THE FORESTS, THE EFFECT OF CLARITY?

 

IT’S BOILING!

BUT WE NEVER CARE.

IT’S CHANGING!

BUT WHY MATTER WHEN THE AC IS THERE!

And as Robert Zend says,  

“There are too many people, and too few human beings.”


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About Chetan

A twenty year old infant who fears if crows may shit on him or if Bengali aunties' umbrellas may prick him in the eye. He is currently waiting for Mamata Banerjee to leave Kolkata.

Posted on September 16, 2011, in February Compositions., Roots. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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