Buddha finds no receptive heart
to speak words to.
In a land prostituted a billion times
who calls compassion a virtue?
Water now comes in shiny plastic
with a double figure price,
tigers are preyed on
killed for their skin and insides,
a woman is murdered
for using her will or mind,
man is classified by his caste,
religion or sexual life.
In this maddening chaos
where pain leads passion astray,
a man robs for food,
hate is the balm for pain,
my search is for voices of love
with answers to grief,
I seek hearts willing to reason,
minds craving peace.
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Wow Anita…!
The cadence of the words, the pain of the world’s betrayal and the wistfulness of the quest… beautiful.
Reading more… 😀
Dagny