Hope or Despair

This is the time,
When nothing is right, nothing is pure.
The darkness is heavy;
Knock of sorrow at the door.

The world, a barrage of sounds.
Sounds of anger, sounds of fear,
Cries of help,
Followed by the flow of tears.

Sounds of agony
Amidst rising clouds of dust.
Power hungry warlords,
Minds fogged by lust.

Nothing is human,
Nothing has value.
Peace is the vice,
Violence is the virtue.

Happiness is barricaded,
Considered the foe.
Driven by hate,
The people are sore.

Hope still remains,
The choice is still there,
Throw away the hatred,
Leave no room for despair.