Never Too Late

Polluted are the seas and Polluted, the land

Polluted is the air all around wherever we stand

But the most polluted place you'll ever find

Is now for sure the human mind

Yes because we no longer; others as human see

All we hear is 'Me', 'Me' and only 'Me'

Religion divides, professions categorize

Hell strives to in our heaven reside

Mocking speeches piercing the hearts

Fraternity splits into innumerable parts

Trust and Love nowhere exists

Humanity is buried under dirt and grit

Meanwhile, the Sun keeps shining for all

And the moon too does not its journey stall

The cool gentle breeze touches each soul

But the fire of hate it fails to console

Friends, it's not too late to connect all broken parts

To heal the wounds caused by careless word-darts

Let the world not only praise our glorious secular past

But also the present where humanity strongly holds the mast.