An innocent bystander

(An extract from my poetry)

Can I be an innocent bystander?
A guiltless viewer of victim
In a world that changes with lightning speed,
Where the mountains gradually crumble down,
Like ugly buildings shattering to dust,
Where the deserts grow wider and lakes disappear,
Where flowers wither away and stink,
The leaves breathe out dust and smoke,
Where children lose their charm and innocence,
And choose the glamour of gadgets over books,
Where we tend to lose our identity,
And follow an unknown and absurd culture,
Where we turn emotionless and
no longer judge with our hearts,
Where the brain is rotten and stagnant,
Sees nothing beyond what is dull or artificial,
And I cannot be an onlooker doing nothing,
Neither can be you
For a viewer of crime is a criminal too.

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