Need to make Amends

The sound of ambulances,
The sight of injuries, dying people, riots and diseases,
Its so unnerving
The despair creepin in.

Be it nature’s way of maintaining balances,
Be it man’s follies, or his own made causes,
Be it our own acquaintances,
Or be it somebody else’s sufferances,
Be it the dwindling of our finances,
Be it the elation of senses when taking chances,
A cold feeling sets in,
Making everything around saddening.

Can’t we control such happenings,
Can’t we make a pledge for humanitarian reason,
Aren’t we somewhere wrong, with the nature, in our dealings,
Aren’t we atleast indirectly responsible for nature’s treason,
Why can’t we stop the violences,
Why can’t we stand up for the peace and reduce such instances,
We, as a human race, are the supreme most & everything will be lost,
We are going to perish, if we don’t start making amends at any cost.