The sky has turned into grey during the day and in the night
it is nothing but pitch dark and it seems that the stars had fell and vanished
from the sky like leaves in autumn though no-one noticed until it was too late.
The sky every night lay stark beyond comprehension; the only light left is the
refraction of the fires of industry on the dark hazy mirror of smoke it had
left. Black tears escape our eyes like water colors do from the brush of an
artist at our disgusted realization of how we have managed to scar ourselves so
irrevocably. Men look to the tenebrous sky as they pray and beg for mercy in
hope that their deity may help but the pollution of the realm of our comforts
have even blocked their way to heaven.
Sirens sound and men flee like rodents to their graves in no
minute. Explosions go off like rain as the artilleries are fired like herald
singing of angels. It never stops. The sanity of man escapes away with every
emissary of the unstoppable bullet from their guns to vanquish their fears in
vain. Shells rain like falling glass from the sky singing melancholy before it
takes away all life with it. Bullets fly like the slings and arrows that have
names of our fathers and mothers marked upon as its prey and they like
ferocious beasts hunt thee. Troops move their hands to signal their fellows
furiously like insane conductors in symphonies attempting in vain to control
their madness unleashed by those who lead us here.
The situation has turned so pathetic that even the shameful
feels shame to pity on the scenario.
How it happened is the chaotic question proclaiming serious
attention. Well, It is happening and will continue to happen unless the man
stops and just think for a moment that where this greed to fulfill his endless
sorts of pleasure is leading him to.