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AT THE BRINK OF A GREAT BLACK HOLE
What has this age of ours become
Except a coliseum where
Con artistes and swindlers win
Along with scam tycoons and thugs!
The Torah, the Psalms and the Gospels,
The Gita, the Puranas and the Qur'an,
The wise old parables of Socrates,
Buddha's sayings and Aesop's fables.
All now decorate bookshelves and shops,
Libraries, museums and old ship docks,
The teachings and guidance have no place,
And at the sages of the ages, the youth mocks.
Immorality, indecency, greed and lust,
Unbridled sex and triple-X porns,
The gambling dens and pimps of Las Vegas,
Are now, for the stray young ones, a must.
Satan worship and pagan customs,
Witchcraft and voodoo are religions,
Nudity and see-through clothes in vogue,
And wealthy whores are fashion icons.
Gangsters and mobsters ruled by dons,
Seductive club dancers in vamp like forms,
Parental guidance and good advice,
Have no place in modern day norms.
Cheating husbands and disloyal wives,
Disobedient children on the streets with knives,
Prostitutes adorning parks and platforms,
Have virtues and morals garnished with vice.
In such times how can good folks like me,
Hope to live in peace and secure safety,
How can we ensure a night of sound sleep,
When hoodlums lurk in each dark alley!
I hear some men and women call me crazy,
Saying I am out of sync with the changing times,
I still remember the days of tranquility,
When peace ruled in alliance with amity.
But now I am the one who is crazy,
For I honestly toil like a busy bee,
At the end of a hard day at work,
Nobody even offers me a cup of tea.
No one has the heart and mind that care,
Children have no time at all to share,
The joys at school with their playmates,
Gone are the good old days...somewhere!
That's why I have tuned myself for solitude,
And spend my spare time under open skies,
But I am human and I cannot say I do miss,
An affectionate woman, chaste and nice.
This living has become an ordeal for me,
I know that even my own do not love me,
All they are really after is my money,
Which comes in the form of a salary.
I have a pet dog called Ronnie,
Whose unconditional love makes me think,
That humans are on the verge of damnation,
As the evil ones revel in their devilry.
In the wee hours of a fading night,
I saw Venus rising from the east, still bright,
As it was from the time it was seen,
A sad tale of our end dimmed its light...
The Milky Way spiral solved the riddle,
That our doom is wedged on a steep spiral,
As our thoughts and deeds have become foul,
We are now at the brink of a great black hole.
