Does that not pierce

shred and blow away

Does that not crush

tear apart , throw away

Does  that not break

shatter and take away

Hope in every form known

And shower the world endless

with hopelessness…

in the darkest of the dark hour

and set us back

a hundred thousand years

of Christ and Buddha and many more

All wiped clean

in the sheer white misery of unending wrath

in the sudden black death of human conscience

in the killing red fields of fragile innocence

and as

the sacrificial marigolds

lie scattered

in a pitiful untangled pile

of shapeless souls

Even death loses her significance

Washed away by the endless deluge

of hopeless tears

unending and unread

a hundred mothers die too

with a million others

across the world

Lying besides

Their coffin

 

holding long

so like the tender cradle

for the heavenly angels to sing

an ageless dirge..