Amidst the crowd of numerous hands holding can of worms,

The hand of humanity stands aloof, not following the set of norms.

A hand which sets humans apart from the other mortals,

Is now long forgotten, in the chase of morsel.

It cries lying under the heap of ruins,

And its red tears are making the melancholic tunes.

The love for the worldly affairs has stimulated its slow death.

Sucking away its soul and leaving it to struggle for the normal breath.

It’s time to realize the heinous crime we all have done,

Killing the human hands with the power of gatling gun.

Once again we need to explore our concise,

Yes, we need to revive the dying love and pay the price.

The only thing we all can give to our mother earth,

A promise to constitute a world of humanity that will increase its worth.