Blind Spot

here no critics
but blindfolded beings to
the follies a plenty;
no man but people castrated praise the mightiest empowering the evil hands stronger and stronger.

lusts and greeds to the highest peak
humanities rolling over the barren grounds;

here all the happenings in the name of development
all in the name of human rights
of peace
of
'freedom of speech'
of sustainable growth and cherished goals;
round the clock and
round the tables with frothy talks of
accountability,
transparency,
integrity,
always feasting on peoples faith-
and stepping towards an unknown zone;

gagging the truth distorting the facts
eliminating the rivals with foul games;
with the play of mischievous fine arts
we are siphoning off
the blood,
money,
doing all the possible
and impossible the best;
of so many 'ism' have had we tried
now we are on the track of dehumanizing
churning out darkness from the light
and going to be swallowed by
a shivering
cold and hidden star.

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