I am not talking about the weather, my friend.
Rather, I am talking about our world today.
The environment bereft of humanity,
With our loyalty gone horribly wrong.
We have become like a species of the lowest form
Whose eyes are dry and hearts stone cold.
High on the wall, I see a picture of our lord
Looking down with his hand over his bleeding heart
On the cry of innocent men who flocked for peace.
He, who is not alien to sufferings,
Could feel the pain and sorrows every inch of the way.
But, with love he forgave them all.
Brave young men brainwashed to kill their own and themselves.
The degradation of mankind to its nadir,
The bloodshed and pain we see daily has numbed us.
Even our four legged friends know how to mourn for their own.
Without even batting an eyelid, we carry on
With dry eyes and an ice-cold heart.
Is this the way it should be? Hate and gore always!
The depravity of the rogue of mankind sowed.
A superior and an intelligent species
Who knows compassion, we are, and we must prove
And nurture our world with tears of compassion and love
In place of dry eyes and cold heart.
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