Man created me centuries ago,
to distinguish good from bad, from high to low,
to maintain peace and harmony,
for the very well being of human race,
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Man has left me without an option, unhappy i am about my creation, how greedy and sleazy of him to name me 'religion', how cruel and crazy of him to use me as 'poison'. how best the term poison is used in all the sphere of life. poisoned ears...poisoned atmosphere..in wider terms yes it is but hello how we muster it... smaller quantity can be medicine too... lovely write....10 read mine talent....lovely life.... pshychology
Bloodshed all around me, cursed is the day they found me, it tears my heart to see people homeless, hopeless and lifeless, children robbed of their childhood....their innocence, women robbed of their dignity, lost is humanity, unhappy is the divinity..................most humanistic poem that flows eloquently with ingenuity as cruelty raves upon human race by theimagery,10+++, thanks for sharing