By Muskan Bansal
Humanity is dead
You may often hear
Our sacred mother earth
Is now full of hatred and fear!
Evil seeds had been planted long ago
When all the believers died
And the non-believers survived
Where some became winners
And others continued on the path of being the one
The talk, here, is not about race
But about the fight on sin
The talk is not about good or bad
But about Humanity,
Hatred heated by a human cannon
Humanity is lost
In the heap of arguments
And had forgotten
What it means to live,
But as Humanity we don’t have hope!
Separated by the outdated prejudice,
Ruled by greed,
And handicapped by ignorance
To scream and fight and hit back
Is everything left
And everyone is in it to win it,
But is the opposite true?
Or is humanity really dead?
As they once said
Humanity is a state of being human,
A choice to be made, honesty,
A community, you and me,
And a humble history!