The Creator is busy with infinite strategies. Don’t disturb Him

They are tired, frustrated and
Fully desperate.
A clear uneasiness and helplessness
Envelop them like dark clouds
It’s futile to expect
They can wage a war
Or fight against injustice
While they are fully unaware, wherefrom
The next meal would rrive?
The plight of the defeated,
Ordinary people, Orphaned ones,
Is very much heart rendering.
The freedom fight eris so fragile,
Emaciated, weak, depressed
Or shall we say fully shattered
He can hardly think of armed struggle.

Forget the goal of Motherland
The nonexistent Home land for place
They are all deprived of all land
And the Sea, to survive under their Sun
To earn a livelihood, subsist and exist
Till the D day arrives
Reconstruction and rehabilitation work
Would not start by fits and start
For whom? When ? In adequate measure
We don’t know,when
That benevolent act would start?
Chinese presence is visible to the
Naked Eye of the visitor
Will India also compete
To get more projects to make its
Presence felt/ and keep its corporate
In good humor and float on profits

The ruling class will violate
All human rights under the Sun
And strangle Democracy forcefully
You can’t utter a word
The world too, remains as a passive spectator
Rather as a Bystander, unable to stamp out
The cult of violence and sadistic act,
Inflicted on the innocent people
The creator is busy with
His infinite designs and strategies
To save the world?!
Don’t disturb Him.