THE DIABOLICAL WORLD

Scattered are the pieces of my broken heart

pondering on this devil of a world

where lust reigns instead of love

philanthropy is all but an art of pretence

love is just a remote phenomenon to imagine

all goodies are just an illusion

the haves give hands on slavery payback demands

where whipping. lashing and killing is a routine

still all offered is a dime's worth 

a port in a storm

paradises are watered with the sweat and tears of  helpless orphans 

yet they bump justice off, their word is law

more and more genocidal weapons are manufactured

rather than the industrial machines are produced

the toes of industrial workers have since been ground by machines

more doctors perished in efforts to save lives of the pandemic victims

all for lack of safety clothes

yet the production of adulterous safety kits is at its peak

the dictates of nature have long been defeated

abominations are the order of the day 

all in the name of constitutions and rights

human minds are all wickedly shrewd

toxic as  the inland taipan's  poison

conscience has since been dead and buried

new years come and go

alienation, antagonism, hatred and hostility still in action

for how long shall we endure the veto of our being, "LOVE"

how much does the spiritual and mental emancipation cost?

not any more should we keep prisoners of the devil

only LOVE shall apropos ransom us out of this demon of a world.