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The Wakeup Calls


 

 

As the Pathogen, like a mad cloud, moves on

From one nation to another unbridled

Casting a shadow of diffidence and dread

Among mankind living all across the world,

Heed to the wakeup calls that sound on and on.

  

 The rich have partied ignoring helpless cries

Of the poor and even mocked the downtrodden.

Now are not the jeers, jives and jaunts forbidden?

Is this not the point to end the showdown,

To embrace a no-frills life and thus be wise?

 

The strong, through eons, have slaughtered millions,

Seized lands and wealth, from the true owners’ just hands

With might, weapons and diabolical minds.

Now aren’t the mighty marooned in all lands?

The time is up to reparate in trillions

 

Haven’t the boffins, at the warlord’s commands

 Devised and sowed genocide without pity

And triggered every form of calamity?

It’s time they became envoys of amity

By making shields for the mankind, without bounds.

 

Isn’t it high time to cleanse each mortal’s hearts;

The root of all torments more toxic than germs?

Let’s wash out revenge, lust and self-centred terms.

May we all raise our hands to the divine realms

Surrendering our lives to Christ who knows hearts.

 

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Ipe Mathews

Published Author. Bilingual Poet, lyricist and Composer. I am a strong supporter of environment protection and believe in Universal brotherhood where discrimination in the name of colour creed and race should not have any significance. All are to be treated equally.

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