The Veracity

We raise an ambitious cry.
We boast about our guts.
We may think that we are a city of joy.
But we are no more than a residence of helpless huts.

We live our lives in deafening noise.
But plunge into silence when crisis looms.
We always make the cowardly choice,
Doesn't matter if the world around us dooms.

We expect the skies to rain
when we can no more bear the heat
We expect a world without pain
when the only efforts we take against it, is retreat.

If only life was so simple,
the world today, would’ve been a better place.
But reality is not a sanctified temple.
It’s an abysmal plethora of disgrace.