A stone is standing on the top of the hill
Looking around, seeing what happening,
Bearing all, good and bad
But doing nothing,
People are praying to it to do something
They are crying in their misery and plight,
Fighting together to overcome
But nothing is done,
Good and bad are also fighting in the war
People dividing into two are supporting
To win their respective agent
All the while in praying,
They do not know that stone is lifeless
Praying to it means crying in wilderness
What may happen by a wind
It may fall on them.
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Misery and plight! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.