We speak of peace, yet harbor secret doubt—
We preach of love where walls refuse to fall.
We forge connection, yet cast neighbors out,
Our shallow words ring false in vacant halls.

The world grows small while prejudices hold fast—
Ancient hatreds lurk behind each guarded gate.
We’re linked by networks but trapped in the past,
We call it wisdom as we seal our fate.

Leaders twist promises, unravelling trust,
Whispering comfort with a velvet tongue.
We drown in shadows, swallowed by mistrust—
Every soul stolen before prayers are sung.

Within safe shelters, we defile Nature’s womb,
While oceans rise, fed by boundless greed.
Wounded spirits carve grief’s silent, aching tomb,
As forests smolder, crying out for our misdeed.

The irony cuts deeper than the blade:
We’ve never been more connected, yet alone.
Our peace reduced to hashtags we parade,
While seeds of discord in silence are sown.

Perhaps the change we chase eludes grand schemes,
Not found in any hollow leaders’ veiled lies,
But in the silent cracks where truth redeems—
Unmasked by fire that burns through veiled disguise.

For true peace dwells where ego learns to die,
Where self dissolves in service to the whole,
When we stop asking “what’s in it for I?”
And start to tend each broken kindred soul.