A new era. A pandemic and a war.
Civilisation didn’t come too far.
Mother for her children – hear her
cry as she sings them to sleep,
scared for their safety.
Father for his children – watch him
stay strong despite all odds,
scared for life.
Mourning for the dead…
We are all related
someway or the other,
flesh of flesh fighting for ego
– not their own.
Politics of politicians, deathly March.
President-Tzar, avenges wounded pride.
Cries of people, like music to his ears
amidst desolation he stands
glorious upon our fears and tears.
If the world ends, what of pride?
What of ego? What of politics
if there is no future for a new bloom?
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 