Each castle now stands stark alone
Reigned by men who rule by greed
Dreaded shame plagues each aching bone
For all our thoughts, for every deed
For children cry while houses burn
The earth perishes without defence
Can we dare hope that we shall turn
In these times of manic decadence?
But the rooted tree must find within
Some unusual love for the creeping vine
The cheapened cry, the aging skin
Must each find some redemptional sign
For in the bad, there must be good
Heaven's redressal for all the blood.
© anindita sengupta