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  And yet- Somewhere, A stranger still helps another stranger. A mother still sings over a sleeping child. A tired hand still plants a tree Whose shade it may never live to see. . Somewhere, A soul still chooses kindness When cruelty would be easier. . Perhaps that is how humanity survives: Not through power, Nor through conquest, But through small acts of light Refusing surrender to the dark. . So let us not become Machines wrapped in flesh, Or crowds without conscience, Or minds without mercy. . Let us remain human. Let us question loudly, Love deeply, And stand guard over truth Even when truth stands alone. . For if meaning dies completely, The world will continue turning- But humanity will already be gone. . And history will remember us Not as monsters, Not as gods, But as a civilization That had everything Except wisdom.

  The Forgotten Human ************************ We have conquered oceans, Split the atom, Touched distant planets, And taught machines to imitate thought. . Yet still A child cries from hunger. Still War feeds upon the young. Still The poor bury dreams While the rich decorate emptiness. . Humanity learned how to fly like birds, And swim like fish, But forgot the ancient art Of living as humans.

  The lamp still burns- A flicker in the vast darkness,   Yet it no longer guides with gentle hand,   But blinds the weary traveler,   Confusing shadows for truth,   Leading hearts astray in its glare.    ***  Even the stars, distant and silent,   Watch from their eternal heights,   Witnessing a world unraveling- As humanity trades its soul   For fleeting applause, for hollow praise,   For illusions that fade with dawn.     *** Oh,blind Light!  Ancient guide of wandering souls-   When did you begin to serve the shadows?   When did your glow turn cold and distant,   Your warmth replaced by a harsh, unforgiving glare?      *** Wisdom once a gentle beacon,   A harbor in the storm,   Now drifts into arrogance-  A fortress built on pride,   Deaf to the whispers of humility.  ...

  The Time Flood  ***************** Time no longer walks beside humanity. It runs ahead like a flood in a monsoon night- Mud-stained, furious, merciless- Dragging broken promises, shattered faiths, And the corpses of forgotten dreams Across the drowning earth. // Men wave flags like weapons, Color against color, Brother against brother, While power sits above them all Smiling like a king watching gladiators bleed. // The wolves no longer hide in forests. They speak from podiums, Wear sacred symbols, And call destruction “destiny.” // Crowds follow them Like moths circling poisoned fire, Dancing proudly Toward their own ashes.

  We built our cities out of glass and light, Yet filled their veins with loneliness. The streets glow brighter than the stars, But human hearts grow dimmer every year. Every tongue now speaks at once, Yet truth survives like a starving orphan Sleeping beneath the bridges of history. We no longer listen- We only prepare replies. And so the world grows loud While the soul grows silent.

I have no words left to utter, No visions remain that I long to see. Today, my eyes reject the world, My ears deny its endless cries, And every thirst within me Has dried like a forsaken riverbed beneath a dying sky. *** For Time now rushes through the earth Like a flood gone rabid in the monsoon night- Mud-stained, furious, uncontained- Dragging shattered truths, broken prayers, And the corpses of forgotten hopes Through the veins of humanity. *** Before my eyes March the masquerades of invisible horrors, Faces painted with virtue, Hands dripping with hidden cruelty. Their voices rise like funeral drums, Piercing the ear, Splitting the heart open Like lightning tearing through an ancient tree. *** Though wisdom survives in books, Though knowledge glitters in proud tongues, Men intoxicated by power Roam like maddened tuskers in heat, Stampeding beneath flags of a thousand colors, Each cloth stitched with division, Each slogan another wound upon the sky. *** Blood-hungry wolves Crown th...