by Raj Napal
The plague that besets man
When suffering and poverty
When wars are just a minor inconvenience,
Just a bit of forgotten conflict
In this metropolis of concrete contentment
Where wealth, fast cars and lusty obsession
Is the order of the day.
Those who profess humanity and fairness
Are harnessed into the ring where assassins roam.
The cries of Gandhi, Martin Luther King, amongst others
Now just faint whispers that echoes through
And through, no longer meaningful, a mere insignificance
In the well of indifference.
Last updated October 05, 2015