Delirious footstep, progress under stress, drunk with mishaps
Terror attacks, assassinations, polemic polarisation’s
The irony greatest that the world is in our fist
What a turn of fate windows have made
Rendering our earth transparent.
With open secrets we fret
Fear is the key
Though we can settle
Our diverse ideals
Across the tables
Amicably.
Aren’t we stupid
Finally?