An ode to humanity

We live in the land.

Where on marked graves are highly on raise.

Which holds innocent bods of unlike sizes.

Where babies in oleur of pupil have pullets

And even seeing those little souls our allmighty sky prevails.

Where people are either fools or being terrified for being bold.

Where the harsh politics are applied and intensified.

Where a dictator justifies his merciless murders with out most lies.

Where the world above the sky gets filled with abused girls and torn frocks

Even birds utter tales of pain while they fly.

So talking about human rights will be totally unwise.

As we live in a society where each and every second humanity dies.

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About the Author

Keerthi Varagani is a girl lost in this Brownian motion funding her escape in words.