“Torn”
By: Tariq MaQbool
In the chaos of it all, I stand so small,
One life with purpose, the other’s in thrall,
Through countless storms and tragedies I tread,
But nothing makes sense, a tangled web widespread.
A thirst for blood, unending, unrestrained,
A child’s birth is innocence, yet guilt’s maintained,
On the other side, when will the world awaken wide,
For lies are the currency, truth brushed aside.
One voice silenced, labeled as hate’s decree,
Yet the other’s lies accepted as truth to be,
Life’s meaning, a riddle, both deep and shallow,
My existence monstrous, theirs an angel’s callow.
In the arena of existence, where values collide,
Why is one life precious, the other pushed aside?
I’ve witnessed humanity’s end, a mournful requiem,
The death of men, in a world where truth grows dim.
