The greed in the new breed…
To birth the peace that is within me is to stand up against impatience in a world filled with rush, aggression and irritability.
Groaning voices of the oppressed, a constant feature of the new world order. Whether left, right or centre, the story is the same. Unkempt minds, the albatross of the new age. Ill and evil desperations everywhere you look in full strenght like the brightness of the sun in the fullness of a sunny day.
Our world is torn within desires, the worries stirred from the ultimate fear making its rounds in different forms and dimensions.
Many are inspired to evil than good, like a drug, the urge is heightened by one successive turn after another.
Undoubtably, the warmth of the heart has gone cold resulting from the lasting intimidation of power and authority.
The nature of evil is now genuine, its no more a mistake like it used to be. Contemptible it might seem but that’s the face of the new man. Grossly indulging the decadence of everything once held dear and sacred. The pride of mother earth now an aberration in itself and the earth decries the new wave . . .
Gone from the paths once known with the truth seeking to be found someday, the darkness is deep and the influences of the light infuriating, thus, increasing the agony of those who crave to uncover the reality as it was before man went rogue!
Determine in newness of the rising tides, the timestamps await a new song. . .the song of liberation, a song of peace we all await.
Roll forth the drums and let’s dance to the beat of a new rhythm, the classicals are now over and the beat of rebellion taken over, the streets flooding with so much terror for even cities are no longer safe as the people’s anger keep rising each day through poverty and injustices. Though the twist runs wild, the beasts of the new era on thrones housing the barrage within which the lines of sentiments strive.
Enkindle the wake of nationalism when the chant was patriotic and the cause of separatist an unpopular stand. . . That very place where the worries of the people mattered and their cry a pain that was tended affectionately with utmost concern and effective measures.
Gradually, the diffusion of foreign ideas has become the real bane of calamity, for with our own hands, we opened the channels of mental slavery and became the victims of our own design. . . Yet we still cannot see the destruction that looms around us as we insist on ways insufferable.
Our dreams of greatness fading right before our very eyes while we look helpless like one under hypnosis.
The greed in the new breed is towering so high above actionable means.
Come let’s reason some more, it might seem irreparable but I think we can try. Mistakes are bound but we can always find a way. . . All we need is the truth through courage and unwavering commitment. . . We will make it back unbroken to that place where we mattered and our cares and fears the threat we never took kindly.
The lessons of time, we have painfully and gainfully learnt. It’s no more time to wail but time to act and make things right again.
