Humanity

When I walk through the streets of red,

The picture of the streets makes me mad

The people over here are divided into two,

Majority are cruel, Innocents are few

Shedding of blood is a routine case

But fear lies on an innocent face

Man is busy running a rat race,

For him being powerful is the only craze

Voice of truth under the land gets bury

The people who are rich their days are sunny

HUMANITY is no more an emotions for human

He is busy checking is he behind someone.