Searching -Zariful Azam

In search of the quietest quiet,
I found a place full of chaos.
Seeking a utopian world,
I arrived on dystopian lands.
Yearning for divine love,
I stumbled upon a world of hate.
A world of fear and treachery,
A world of torment and destruction.
A world consumed by lust,
And greed for power.
Why, oh why, has it come to this?
Is this what the world was made for?
Is this our fate, our destiny?
If not, what purpose do we serve?
By creating realms of chaos?
With each answer I seek,
More questions arise.
This is not our world,
This is not who we were meant to be.
In search of mankind’s soul,
I found the souls of death producers.
Searching for harmony,
I don’t know what I found—
Don’t know where it ends,
Don’t know where it leads.