Times of a Pendulum

We live in a time, where our intellect and pride Have become larger than life. They escape our bodies, govern our souls A person has parameters to be judged upon From religion to race, an identity covers it all.

It's not as easy as you think Segregating good and bad won't do the thing There is diversity in good and diversity in bad Imagine the yin and yang of every tint.

Every eye has seen its reality. Oppressed when saved aren't satiated when peace negotiates They don't get back what they had lost Time surely passes but wounds seldom heal.

After failed hopes and continued injustice, They rise after years to break what they had concealed At that time a small spark becomes enough to ignite a fire Foreign eyes then speak "Oh what do you want now, why can't you accept peace?" Morose eyes reveal "We are avenging our dawn's loss!" They are labelled as destroyers and are supposed to cease off.

Well, each eye has its own truth. It fades with time but never vanishes Violence is not the answer, Yet, trauma never stops questioning. "Innocent are the ones that are pulled into a tug of war." If they want to break free, they aren't innocent anymore?

It's a vicious cycle where the oppressed becomes an oppressor Eventually forgetting the root that caused the heat People in power continue to fulfil their desires and New reasons are found to continue the cycle

Swinging in extremes- a hopeless pendulum It's the intolerance which divides And is unique to humans.