Crisis in Civilisation

Crisis in Civilisation
Iona Mandal

We have stunted your growth
from above and within.
Held a knife to your prosperity,
moulded your silence
as the slave of our greed.

We defaced you,
uprooted what you held dearest,
replacing it with fragile promises
that lie there; limp and untouched.

We mistook your submission
for acceptance.
but you left retaliation
in the hands of the unseen.

War against a ghost.
obscured yet conspicuous,
evident in deserted streets,
and supermarket traffic.

Let the limitations be blessings,
the constraints, a source of ventilation.
An inch closer to the reset button,
to herald in a green revolution.

 

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