Conscience Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

A united conscience is the kingdom
as man of truth in stillness smiles
as attendants pay unrequited curtsy
yet guardians continue to propitiate angry men
who are gods is current times
avow authority without sanction.

It is neither tut of ducks
nor tweetsof branches empty,
no shrieks of breezes cool or hot
it iscrackle inside willows of natural world
where crows or rooks swindle voices,
and dupe seasons of peace in man
as trees dry and stripped mountains tell,
men to protect life.

He spreads acts of violence against nature
and wades through waters beyond control
and opens gates ofIndra's wrath
who carries floods to the death of humanity
bereft of faith
in times of many millions of gods in men
a huge travesty of truth.

It is time when man stops to vomit oracles
for he is stained in blood of ‘the self'
still refuses to shield man in perilous times
and hears sound of fears he tells the ‘inner self.'

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