Paper Fences : A Poem
(The universe is a racist market. With time, it isn't racism alone being perpetrated. As opposed to the many battles waged in favour of the weak the world over, more feuds crop up everyday. It seems as though everyone is looking out for a means to feel superior about himself or herself. Sadly, discrimination on any ground leads to the permanent corossion of human society. There is disparity between the rich and poor, women and men, young and old, black and white and so on. The list can go on forever. The disappointing fact is that even after campaigns ranging decades at a time, uprooting such maligned tumors of the modern world is almost impossible. These paper fences can be torn down should we take the initiative to rise above petty morals and long lost fables of our "suppossed" superiority. However, the worm of doubt and discrimination remains dormant within many, who unleash a cruel war at the slightest provocation. May we be able to at least dream of peace in the far future).
Scraps of glory fluttering high,
Medallion tarnished in spring light,
Origami genius spins with zest,
Paper fences resounding protest cries,
Towering mammoths, dark omens by night,
Unmoved, they all mushroom in jest.
Dark man's ennui, poor child's hunger,
Beauty's pity, women's avarice,
Blowing hard, at times setting ablaze,
Parapet barriers, pauper's blunder,
Fruits borne from decades' malice,
Fences repainted rise in a maze.
Claws broken, fire put out,
The borders still prominent feel,
Envy fuels the flame again,
Yet mighty skilled the artists spout,
Steadfast wall sheets never to peel,
Strengthened further by bigger stain.
A world apart, two worlds flourish,
Sieved away by winds of change,
Light and dark, poor or prince,
Cold battles linger, all perish,
Chivalrous to chauvinist, the scraps arrange,
In a fence conquered by mighty kings.