THE ASH IN THE URN

With crackling fire does the conscience burn,
Indifferent souls that think they are right,
Blind to the unending suffering and plight,
Will selfish humanity ever try to learn?,

Livelihoods vanish ,with little to earn,
Reasoning is afraid to see the light,
With everything dark,nay, black as night,
Remains of dreams like ashes in an urn,

Take the lambs away from the knife,
Lift the lid on the earthen pot,
Scatter the ashes that it has got.
Again we can grow the tree of life,

Given a chance to start anew,
Life will surely find a way,
From the soil that we can plow,
A matter of now;not a question of how,

For indefinite times the tyrants may reign,
Indifferent to our plight,suffering,and pain,
But this is something that we can change,
We can think,therefore we can resolve,

With better means than the violent clashes,
The phoenix can rise again from the ashes.
Learning from what has happened before,
Humans can survive,nay,thrive evermore.