A veil of melancholy hangs over my face
When I think of the way the earth
Is reacting to the accumulated
Sins of mankind.
The prominent and pioneering leaders,
The makers of civilization,
The saints with a halo round their heads,
The reasonable and reachable trend setters,
The poets, painters, singers and path finders
Are all perched in delicate silence like grapes.
I feel so suffocated thinking of air pollution,
A nausea grips me thinking of water pollution
And noise pollution is about to make me deaf.
The skycrapers are touching the sky
And the farthest recesses of the mind
Are being dug out to be able
To settle on the moon and Mars
When down below, children are dying of hunger,
Snowfall killing the homeless
And brothers are making walls
Instead of bridges.
Can we say that man has evolved?
Hearths and homes are many
Mourning the deaths of beloved ones
In attacks, confrontation, wars and blasts.
Nobody has time either for God or for oneself.
The ratrace for amassing wealth is irresistible
As if wealth is everything in life.
When will man realize that we are all one.
The day this happens, it will mean
That man has really evolved.