Crimson horses
often run into bloods
to stimulate egos
that run after powers
in thousands
heading towards infinity
whistling on triumphantly.
Ours is an unusual time
when value norms disappear
to welcome anarchists
who become
sages of new ages
proclaiming in refined ways
‘might is right in silent wars.’
Time cheats
our moral values,
windows to the world
dominating moments
by evil doers
with white flags
in their ever clean hands;
we show ready acceptance
to get rid of tough consequence.
We are made cowards
to stoop alive
to live a bleak life
in each broad daylight
closing eyes, lips and ears
being in unsolved wars
between fear and courage.
