Pro et Contra

It has always been unexplainable;

I wonder if it would always be.

The intricate labyrinth of human notions,

Carved by the teardrops of conflict.

The spark of differences,

Home to the abode of opinions.

Ideas jeopardized by rebuttals,

United yet so distorted.

Here do the pilgrims await,

Anticipating the thoughts to unite into one;

Firmly do they stand with an unshaken foundation.

But alas! The pilgrims fade away.

Hazier do they get with "views" abounding;

Perceptions lead by the mirage of disbelief.

Movements and hash tags rekindle tempers,

Rage that jumps into conclusions.

It was all vacant back then;

Yet humanity failed to live up to expectations.

Prosaic minds saw through the mist.

There were raindrops clung on to dust.

There were backlogs to sanity.

There were scratches on the glass of purity.

Hearts led towards a revolution,

Millions carried the same emotion.

Emotions led out to that eternal scream!

The voice once suppressed by "wise words".

But alas! Those creaks!

Lamping the maze of farce;

Amidst the survivors do they lie! 

Insinuating emotions I hear them deny.

Opinions keep that eternal glaze,

Reflecting the damage done by another phase.

Yet do those pilgrims await

Holding the lamp to our futile fate.

Their souls tremble to see these borders;

Parting facts and thoughts veiled under the heat of disorders.

They crave to see a cause prosper,

With an era apprehending the cons brought forth.

Thoughts keep floating

But in unison with darkness.

Like a deceit do those sound

Who pray for grace to abound.

Mirth is what they boldly seek,

Upholding foundations they wish to keep.

Alas! They point the flaws aboard,

And walk the plank into oceans unrolled.