Is this how analogous life is across the world?
devoid of food,
fear of death,
breathing underground;
shielding from doom.
While all, around the world,
relish the congenial sunshine;
they spot smoke & dust rising from the ground above,
engendering the ruckus of ravagement,
masking the sun from shining on them.
“All lives matter”?
they ask-
aren’t our lives worth the consideration?
Aren’t the massacre of our kids worth your attention?
The declension of our voice as humans,
as we scream for help with nothing but tears & blood,
a day without destruction,
a day without the loss of dear ones,
is a tad too much to ask?
Everyone deserves to be happy,
to cherish good times with their beloved,
to grin,
to bellow.
Why is there no limit to the agony,
despairs at the hands of diplomacies,
whilst justice is buried deep in the genocide,
joy in pieces,
the incognizant clamors-
humanity has condoned our own kind &
love towards innocence has turned blind.