Where have we reached?
What have the false saints preached?
Frightful sights are yonder
Skipped beats make one ponder

Abundance in the midst of misery
Elation ensconced in the weary
Beauty sitting pretty on synthetic
Glazed eyes convincingly empathetic

Talks of imbalance are doing rounds
Ideas abuzz to break fresh ground
Knowledge, skills, techniques abound
The smart always have solutions around

Between all this a quiet presence
Supreme wisdom centred in essence
Balances perfectly in complete quiescence
Whether you listen or do not listen

Miracles are the stuff of its weal
‘Amen’ proffered to any sincere appeal
Love it sows in arid fields
Equality and dignity the staves it wields

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