WHEN FAITH UPROOTED BY LANDSLIDE OF DECEIT.

 

Past glories & present miseries,

Future shocks and endless agony,

Skeletons of memories buried in cemeteries,

Crime worn histories of dozens of centuries.

Where is secure ground under our feet?

Faith uprooted by landslide of deceit,

Conmen are hailed as creative artists,

Relations are made with an eye on profits.

Lost in the wilderness of our own making,

In tinker's shop where hearts are breaking,

Are we part of a team of mathematicians,

To multiply miseries, are we magicians?

Always weighed down by anxiety & concern,

Crouching inside cocoon of comfort zone,

In  society that doesn't  care about members,

Swelling are numbers of backstabbers.

© K.Radhakrishnan