The way, the world goes on seems so tragic;
The unborn murdered in their home - the womb;
God's patient still, His wrath deferred, magic,
While evil spirits comb the earth and roam.
The youth is free to do as per its thought;
The plight of elders stays without much care;
Professional ethics remain a rot;
How power-monger politicians dare!
When Nature's furies happen in some way,
The people's sanity returns somehow;
God watches human beings every day,
And holds His rod, because of immense love.
Man's heinous crimes and sins offend God's heart;
God holds His anger till date for His part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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