Weapons of Mass Destruction

a poem by Jayati

Work or rest, tour or feast
Basic realities, hornet’s nest.
Parent, child, home or office
It’s the same mess,
“I am super – you are less.”
Crack a joke, cartoon, clown around
Underplay, play, pull other’s down.
Backbite hurt, character assassinate
Rob the other of honour
Insult humiliate.
Doctors, engineers, lawyers, geologists,
Workers, nurses and specialists, suffer intense
Without an iota of bliss
Multiple stress
Reaction no less, than epileptic fits.
What could be the cause?
What has gone wrong?
What’s this toxic gas that in the air, floats?
It’s very important, the truth we all must know
Facts; Able to guard and use, The correct antidotes.