Commotion of words, in the papers,
Violence and swords, the indifferent rapers.
A world, closing in on mankind,
Livid and scarred is my mind.
Earth, now a macabre symphony,
With hatred and bitterness over harmony.
Love, for machines and weapons,
Music, only of the thundering guns.
Wisdom, now just a comedy,
Life, a toy of tragedy.
Wars, fought with opulence,
People, abhorring their sense.
Hate and violence fills the air,
The mankind without a heir.
The world crumbling beneath my feet,
I stare at my own defeat.
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