With every new sun
conscience grows sour,
empathy turns back in its sleep
and, compassion dies in another sacrifice.
With every new hour
innocence turns deaf,
sense of rightousness winks a deceit
and, morality drowns in another felony.
With every new moment, fades the one born right before
And the mortals complain of a dying humanity!
With every desire fulfilled, bubbles a fresh new greed
And time mocks itself; that the end is a process...
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