The Lost Rainbow

The qualitative magnitude of the human soul,

With it must have attenuation,

Yields with the avalanche of hatred,

Succumbs to the ravages of avulsion.

The fragile steps of humanity,

On a thin string of condolence,

Destined to embrace the inevitable disbalance,

Awaited below to be devoured with abhorrence.

The apparent greenery of blackheads in its profound inside,

Left with all uprooted base, petrified with barbarous homicide...

The dead soul of societal fallacy, with turmoiled sabotage of justice,

Where peace turns into pieces with annihilation,

Discerned to be the present future of the entire nation...

Thus the vanquished humanity, the chase for human blood,

The expanded fiefdom of vandalism ceased the world to exist with glory,

That is sharper than the megalodon of violence,

Leaves us with no shock,

When the carcass in the dumping ground is devoured to be recycled,

Remains there the ashes of dead souls of innocence.

Thus the cloudy firmament with its condensed darkness,

Indelibly loses the Rainbow...