Violence exacerbated. Poem by Nabakishore Dash

Our wild goose chase after
ego, anger, passion,
possession, religions,
division and subdivision
has wooed and invited
burgeoning domestic,
sexual, religious and war
violence to such an extent
that mothers,
under intense psychological
anguish, threw their babies
across the razor blade
barbed perimeter
of Kabul air port,
jumped over to see
the bleeding kids alive,
risking their own lives
as they were
distressed fugitives.

Violence, an emotional
macro-giant, has
spread its powerful arms
all over the globe,
surely the harbinger of
doom for the
entire human civilization.
Only pill to kill this dreadful
ill is to bury the hatchet,
hook, line and sinker,
since all other means
cut no ice to see the light
at the end of tunnel,
failing which our developments
achieved so far would collapse
like castle of cards,
resulting in devastation.