Returning
Out at sea fishing
In the fields, planting
Cattle herding
For centuries, this has been happening
Unknown faces working
In the sun, working
During the night, protecting
During the rain weeding
Up in the morning
Till late in the evening
Playing the flute and returning
Back in the evening
Tired but singing
For a small amount, selling
Sitting quietly in a dwelling
The storm is brewing
The winds are howling
Will it be possible to go fishing?
Will the cattle be let out the next morning?
Will the field be flooded the next morning?
Thunder and lightning!
Fear of losing
Crops, cattle unable to go fishing!
The raindrops on the roof are listening
The future is disturbing
What is now happening
Is equally disturbing
One fine morning
There is a bombing
Drones flying
They are just out killing
No sane reason for warring
The world is suffering
The nations are not thinking
They are not willing
To do some talking
So, what is the use of developing?
It is disgusting!
Might is right, the Stone Age mankind is returning!
What is the use of learning
When greed is winning
And goodwill is losing
Fear and panic are winning
And good sense is not prevailing
When knowledge is lost
Rudeness and ill will are winning
Is the situation simply unpleasant?
Is the definition of good changing?
Is there a new storm brewing?
Is mankind at the edge of destruction?
Itself by the weapons made for defending
Being used to bring about an ending?
Is a question no one is addressing!
Will there be peace to go do some fishing?
Calm for going cattle grazing!
For seeds to be growing!
Or will centuries of learning
Go waste just burning
Coz mankind in bowing
To crude and senseless fighting!

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