Social impotence

There is something wrong. There is something seriously wrong, I say. And I' m talking to you. You, with vested interests and selfish propagandas.You, the mute spectator at the slaughter house of innocence. Babies get raped in broad daylight, brothers fall asleep in cold, wooden caskets. And you flip through blood stained pages with utter indifference. You, the face of the millenium mankind. A new race found on beastial intentions and cruelity of thoughts. I dislike you, from the pit of my wailing heart. Don' t you dare to be my saint again.