Sonnet- Unusual Things Too Happen

The white-ants feed on dead, decayed matter; Sometimes, I see them climb up live green trees; The bulimic child tends to be fatter; Some men are target for the honey-bees. The warring-ants quietly build their nests; Yet, hordes of them murder a grass-hopper! The golden harvest gets ruined by pests; Who can annul Mother Nature's anger? Incredible events occur on some days; 'Tis-an unfair, insecure, mad world; Man too has turned evil in many ways; On Almighty, abuses are just hurled; The treachery, we see today is much; The human heart/mind needs a soothing touch.