Lacerated World Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the tapestry of existence, a world laid bare,
Lacerated edges, wounds that none can repair.
A planet torn by strife, by discord and despair,
Whispers of anguish linger in the cold night air.

Mountains weep, their ancient peaks now scarred,
Rivers bleed, their waters tainted and marred.
Forests mourn, their emerald canopies charred,
A lacerated world, in pain, deeply scarred.

Once, the sun painted golden hues in the sky,
Now, shadows dance where vibrant colors lie.
Echoes of laughter silenced, as tears multiply,
A fractured globe beneath the heavens high.

Nations collide, their differences ablaze,
Boundaries etched in sorrow, dividing the days.
The cries of unity lost in a chaotic maze,
A lacerated world, lost in a divisive phase.

Yet, amidst the wounds, a resilient spirit rises,
Hope flickers in the darkness, as the soul surmises.
A chance for healing, where empathy comprises,
A path to mend the lacerations that despise.

Let unity be the salve, compassion the thread,
Binding wounds with love, like words left unsaid.
For in the lacerated world, where chaos has spread,
It's through healing hands, a new dawn is bred.