Pramila Khadun writes

I can't understand this

Billions of dollars are being spent

To look for life on other planets

And trillions spent to kill life

On this one.

I can’t understand this.

With hearts parched, tear-etched faces,

Blowing rings of hope

In the midst of despair,

Many are eating dry bread with a tangy chutney,

While others are tasting wine

From the best of vines

Along with grilled meat and sauce

And baked potatoes.

I can’t understand this.

Cesspool of wickedness, filth and corruption,

Poverty, partiality, pollution and devastation,

The fury of war, the scheming puppeteers,

The cacophonies and atrocities around us,

Engulfing us while the delights

Of the wicked know no bounds.

I can’t understand this.

The simplicity of life turned into complexity,

Sins descending like a swarm of locusts,

Virtue dying in the bud and vice flourishing,

Youth left to themselves, the old ill-treated,

I can’t understand this.

 Swarm of Locusts -- Brehms Tierleben