Strange, isn't it?

The way we mourn those
Still living...

Hand in hand,
walking in unity.
Watching another's back,
genuine care and empathy.
Showering love on self,
Extended to neighbours as well.
A world in harmony,
sharing resources cordially.
Budget once allocated to weaponry,
diverted towards humanity.
Building and strengthening communities,
rather than creating enemies.
This is the world I see,
A world of people, not a world of things.

I've been unable to finish a single poem
My notepad houses a pile of unfinished pieces
My mind has been swinging on all angles like an empty can hanging on a thread,
thrown in all directions on a breezy day

Wishing the pieces could help one another
finish like a relay race
But each piece is set on its own course
Hopefully one by one, I'll bring each to its finish line.

In the end it won’t matter
In the end nothing will
For in the end, there will be no more
Everything will be over
For that is the end