The Shadow Poem by Arun Maji

Every day I wake up
I see shadow
That is pale and grey,
Achy and Teary.

Today, we have conquered Mars.
Yet, children die starved,
Women suffer torture in daylight,
Old are abandoned
Uncared and unaccompanied.

At this very moment-
Someone is making bomb,
Someone plotting genocide,
Someone poisoning water,
Someone drinking human blood.

Yes, this is the shadow of us-
The human.

Painful.
Isn't it?

© Arun Maji