ANSWER TO FLAMES

Smokes rise and humanity falls,
Fires illuminate the skies and future darkens!
Stab and slay is all what prevails,
To the folly of few, the sense of many fails.
Ruins and rubble, all over the road,
You fear to tread where you just yesterday trod.
Criminals and cynicals are free,
Spreading crime like fire and banyan tree!
What a paradox!
A few miles away death is the fate,
Here we admire just another face,
And we call the world a small place!
Power or peace is the desired result of every single futile feud,
In its course every selfish mind is stripped to its perfect nude.
Communal harmony is the ask of the hour,
Because to bloom is scared a small little flower.
I hope, it comes to an early and everlasting end,
If death comes this way I have nothing to defend.