The universe is designed to be ruled by power,
Here might is right and mighty is the ruler,
The weak has to pass his life as a slave,
How nice he may be how worthy and brave,
The weapons outclass his morale and braveness,
The cowards invented to feed their madness,
To exploit the resources of weak petty people,
How badly they are treated being weak and feeble,
Not only men but animals and trees and all the earth,
Have lost their grander have lost their worth,
Men are treated like insects and reptiles,
Palaces have blood in their beauty of tiles,
But the merciless time ne'er spares anyone,
The weak stands and the done is undone,
Thousand years it may take but they become wild animals,
The descendants pay back the snatches of criminals
The history has preserved all crimes of the might,
For the time being their might was right,
And the violent adventures are now facing the revenge,
Descendents of victims are pleased with avenge.
Man will never improve his behave,
He is the same man who lived in a cave.
Why the poet is aggrieved his end is near?
Just for descendents of my children my dear!
A very truthful exposition of facts what is happening on this earth.Once from the ape age through evolution and endeavor man has come a long way on this earth by becoming a civilized creature with their talents and wisdom. But now the man has adapted all the wrong paths to fulfill their very mean personal and vested interest. And if it goes on, one the human will extinct from this earth if they don't correct now. Hence, it is a genuine concern.
Beautiful poem. Very true said in lines....... Man will never improve his behave, He is the same man who lived in a cave. Why the poet is aggrieved his end is near? Just for descendents of my children my dear! This will keep on going, Men are treated like insects...Man kills another man, for its survival, especially when blinded by power.....Poignant write with many touching lines. Thanks for sharing with us.
universe is designed to be ruled by power, ...power rules the world...sometimes positively..but the rest in a bad way...nice sir
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I would like to translate this poem
Man is essentially barborous and like the wild beasts of the jungle, 'might' is right for him even now! Time has not refined him! He has no hesitation in subduing or butchering the weak.... This tendency is on the rise and the future generation might have to bear greater tortures from their fellow men than we people suffer! A grave warning against man's rising atrocities!