In this holy world of yours

It is a naive attempt by a fragile writer, that resides in me. It is a letter to God, regarding the evils of contemporary world.

In this holy world of yours,

 the man has strayed,

 and is a devil,

  dwelling in a mortal form.

 

He has lost his ethics,

 belongs nowhere,  

and only has his and only his,

 so called Life.

 

In this holy world of yours,

 blood is much needed

  more than the water.

No one needed an enemy as there are too many.

 

A tear does not mean anything,

As money is the king of the kings.

 

Sympathy, Compassion and Humanity,

Are the words long forgotten?