Oh, can't you see?
Look down you will.
Those broken hearts,
These shattered souls,
These lost minds,
The dreams that were dreamt,
Countless of them, none alive,
They lie dead,
The dreamers lay awake.
Lives destroyed,
Many become living dead,
All is turning into hell,
Nowhere to be safe.
How it has come to this?
What went wrong?
Are you there?
Then, why can't you see it?
Sitting high above,
You don't understand it,
You have to look down
To understand the pain,
To feel it, to know it.
But the real question is,
Would you care to look down?
Would you bow your head?
Would you?

© vyom