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The strangest of times

We live in strange, strange times. Dichotomies rule, paradoxes abound. 

Nothing makes sense really.

Our home - the earth, is nearing extinction in a few years, yet we are busy fighting wars, hoarding and selling weapons.

Air, water, souls, conscience, ethics, standards, all are on sale.

Those who can afford it, buy bottled water and clean air. Those who can't live off drain water. 

Food is wasted at parties and celebrations, while a third of the world's population doesn't get one square meal a day.

People go to bed hungry, while some people get killed for eating beef or pork.

A virus destroys a huge chunk of the population. After a year, everyone forgets it like a bad dream. Zero lessons learnt.

The people who build our roads, bridges, factories and mansions, have nowhere to call their own. When cities go into lockdown, the very malls and high-rises they built mock them in the eye.

Children are taught to obey rules, while adults break them with impunity.

Criminals and politicians are the new idols. A simpleton needs to be jailed.

Attire worth the price of small estates are bought and flaunted for one evening, never to be worn again. Some people carry accessories/shoes/bags that can pay for an entire year's food for the population of a town. 

We look through people when we meet them in person, while gushing over their picture on social media. 

We are connected 24/7, yet fully disconnected from reality. Active on social media, recluses in real life.

Space missions are sent to other planets. Life is cloned. Speed and time are conquered. Yet, people get killed for drinking water from a well they weren't supposed to touch. 

Diseases are concocted in labs, since medicine has cured most of them, except corruption of the soul.

Am I being too pessimistic? But if this is the norm, we are better off extinct.

BTW, I am hoping this world does get back a semblance of its humanity.


#strangesttimes

#injusticeeverywhere

#unkindworld

#noplacetolive



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