Intolerance

There was a world

When pen was mightier than the sword

 This is now the world

Of the sword

Giving the degree third

To the scholar writing foreword

Men fight over nonsense

They know no tolerance

As they colour their hands with blood stains

For a penny and pence.

Men are ready to murder

Without thinking what will happen further

They defy the almighty’s order

Of living all together

Now man is measured by a different parameter

Radius is no more half of the diameter

One is known by how much he earns

Not by how much he learns.

Thank God!  God is really clever

 Not to allow anybody to live for ever

So it is time to mend our ways

Let good sense prevail now or never.