Humanity is in a state of Emergency,
An embodiment of corrupt cygnets swaggering with progressing infirmity,
Increasing frailty in humanitarian response, adrift a purposeless lot,
How we gather thought is incomprehensibly inexplicable,
Hurting bad from a word on the internet, than a beggar at the door step,
Our bodies we have vitrified, as though an act of kindness leads to a bandage,
Only a sprout of grey fennel might cure our ill,
But that too never did exist, at this rate we too will be extinct.