When two worlds merge in one,
Proxy wars are sound of day,
Failed motto of love all and hate none,
Voices like tumbling soul of humanity.
Today is the world of cyber patchwork,
But is it so that lives are hanged,
No instant messenger to advertise peace,
And hark the practice of frozen murders.
No life is haven of love and care,
Sun is masked with sheets of dark,
Pointed edge darts the cupid’s eye,
Flow of joy metamorphosed to icy murk.
Humans are marooned to distant desert,
And oasis of milk quenched by wet nurse,
No quail to be served, no manna dropped,
At the end point of death, no twig is found.
Only we have the power to make other live,
But douceur of devil had gulped our dove.
Let no fascism rule our cradle and coffin,
So once again find a neutral venue of love.
-keshie singh
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