Disconnect

Throw more pebbles to the sky and they will come back with a sign;

Thousands of infliction can hold not the disconnect...

That rattled every fibre of illumination from my eyes though I sigh;

Seeing humanity professes over mundane flesh that won't resurrect;

Over shackles of misdemeanour that rattles the blood;

When hunger strikes were aggravated by empty minds not tables,

We taught ourselves the act of wars by acting demons and gods;

Can you see beyond the disconnect amidst the blinds and fables?;

Not a new breath can immortality bring forth without a dime;

The essence of existence is like a leaf to its stalk;

That oxygen you breathe may thin out as you climb;

The line between life and after may get tangled and you stuck...

In between a disconnect of an uncountable archaeological waste;

Or lost within inks of conjured spells binding the quills and parchment;

Not so symbiotic affair that transpires when the other dies in haste;

Can you give a life to a course that will emancipate a living parchment?

Greediness will play you into an epicentre of a quicksand;

The more you dance to it, the faster you sink;

The hatred has become your morning selfie from your mirror-stand;

Who can then blame the media for spreading rumours at every click;

A real disconnect between story and reality comes to screen like a play;

Envy more and die quick-quick and faster;

The forcemen parades my clansmen as the accused with no bail;

We see this everyday on the tabloids; those are your Master's!

A disconnect in tribe, we can still grow and be better;

This world is big enough to lay your tracks and run your race;

At the dearth of strength, you will be chased helter-skelter;

Keep your cool and breathe to mind your pace;

Education is key but not the final key;

Still respect the meek and the ignorant few;

Even at your desk, this ground you will till;

Don't harm your neighbour nor condemn to kill;

But that disconnect in the marrow stings and moves you in its octahedral;

The taste for anarchy ignites passion like a burning coal;

The holocaust thief have the same right as the villain hiding in the cathedral;

Your right to life is not far more than a dog chained to your pounding pole;

An inner peace is the antidote for your disconnect;

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