Bad Time

Either my glasses are cracked Or dusts have settled on them Sitting on roof top on a chair The world does not look the same Blood, mayhem, riots and murders Reign over some parts of it While others are greedy and mad Trample the poor with heavy feet One part loots the other and enjoy The other looks helpless and watches It is so hungry to fight back hard But to the formers might they can’t match How long will it go on? Why a part is always poor and weak When will a change take place? Or if their future would remain bleak I wish I could see the day When all will live equal and right Love will reign supreme in world Peace will reign allover There will be no hate, no fight.