Violence- the language of the weak

"Beat him to pulp! Beat him to pulp!"

Rants the ruffian on top of his voice.

Where is humanity?

Where is fraternity?

When love is lying dead in a grave.

When there is no value to the invaluable life.

The hands that ought to be holding pens

Are wielding highly lethal weapons.

Where is the nation heading towards?

When lawmakers are turning into lawbreakers.

The cruelty, the violence in their heart

Erupting out like volcanoes

Brutality flowing through their veins

The answer for which no one knows.

Always hungry for adversity

But still we say, "Unity in diversity".

When will there be a righteous end

To this inhumane, shameful, foolish trend?

A respect for human life is all that we ask.

Why has being compassionate become a Herculean task?

-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT