Like the speed of light, the dark news spreads,
As a serpent strikes the turtle to feed its appetite.
Passersby carry the rumours, caught in the threads,
Swept up by a frantic, intoxicating flight.
Those blind to the panic of wealth and power
Drive a ruthless system that goes unjudged.
Like crashing waves in a stormy hour,
The news brings no merit, its sacred truth nudged.
It gathers like insidious weeds in a pristine field,
Choking the harvest of all that is pure.
Does this chaos offer humanity a shield?
Nothing is gained; the core remains insecure.
In broad daylight, evil souls patrol the street,
Conspiring to rip the truth from the heart,
Deep in the cliffs where the shadows meet,
To keep the world murky, polluted, and torn apart.