Alas! When the spring of Compassion dries,
The hearts turn too dormant to feel the pitiful cries!
No sooner do the tears of helplessness fall on the insensitive pans,
Than they are absorbed as the milk from the water sucked by the swans!
Alas! When, after the savage revenge, run, as mad dogs, the large masses;
Their Vision is vitiated, and is banished their costliest common sense,
Peace is brutally killed, buried and covered by the cruel agents of Violence,
So, the earth stinks due to the widespread scattered corpses and carcasses!
Alas! When Trust is tattered by selfishness, envy, intolerance and cruelty,
Even the foulest deeds are deemed just, dainty, delicious, and pretty,
The choked Conscience is bound as the cheapest bait goat,
In the fiercest floods, the stabbed innocent Caesars' blood flow and float!
Thus, let no Decius Brutus flourish with his hidden villainous motive,
Let no Marcus Brutus be misled to be a murderer of his loyalest friend,
Let no Bomb of Jealousy be strong enough to be a Force Evil and Destructive,
Else, it may not take too long for this Golden World of Rome to come to a sad End!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 28.01.19
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