Modern Age
Supposedly, we live in a modern age
Where technology, information is the rage
Everyone, seems to know everything
Knowledge fountains, on every internet page
No matter, what we read, hear or observe
Blurred lines, separating the true from false
People they see, what they want to see
No time to question, or find some sense
Right against Left, we fight one another
Nation, people divided, brother against brother
A majority, discontent with sacrifices made
The rest stay quiet, uneasy midst this pother
Democracy we claim, many privileges we wave
A choir full of voices, unity in diversity we rave
Choked, suffocated and masked to a murmur
Sanity silenced, shaming people to behave
Mercy and peace, brotherhood and respect
Oft acquiesced, or all of it very suspect
An ogre inhuman, biting hands that fed
Teary trail of blood, all thats left to inspect
Shooting, lynching like there is war to wage
Shouting rioting mobs, very difficult to gauge
Everything, is now local and very very vocal
Surely, this must be signs of a modern age
Poem Hunter (Modern Age). Inspired from Modern Times by Bobby Sands
