When Humanity Wept Poem by Santosh Bakaya

Discolored, dejected
Disheveled and tangled
Humanity sat hunched, shedding tears.
Brows creased, terminally diseased
Troubled by the prognosis just delivered.
Can there be no relief from this violence, fevered?

Why do humans want to paint life
In splashes of crimson hatred?
Different hues can create a harmony,
Why this obsession with the color red
Why this mess?
This threnody endless
Senseless? Relentless?

Hunched in introspection, it sat feeling, ah, so bitter.
Pitter, patter, patter, pitter
What was that?
It was the rain trying to douse Humanity's pain.
Soon, the sun peeped from behind a cloud.
A rainbow appeared.
Humanity wrapped herself in the array of hues
And slept, no longer wept.
Maybe the prognosis would change?