Not a Human, But a Reflection

By Biplob Kabiraz

Before my eyes, I see today a terrifying image,A reflection wearing a mask of a human face.Where has humanity gone? The heart is hollow,Those who walk in the name of human, they are not human.

In the name of love, they indulge, ruining their lives,The sacred bonds are looted by the sinful pain of greed.For selfish gain, love is sold in the illusion of lies,Are they humans, or just reflections in shadowed disguise?

Blood on their hands, violence in their mouths, pretending to seek peace,Every day, life drifts in the current of injustice.When the mask cracks, we see the darkness within,Not made of truth, but of a false illusion within.

What once was human work, to wipe away sorrow,Now they weave grief, trapped in a world of greed.They seek to rise by claiming positions, crushing paths,Bound in their own happiness, they break all the chariots.

With a savage grin, sharp eyes weaving nets of destruction,They are not human, they tarnish humanity's foundation.They show light on the outside, but darkness within,Their hearts know no melody, only a terrifying sin.

But will everything be lost? Will the lamp of hope go out?No, the power of truth will one day destroy the reflection.The day humanity awakens, and conscience extends its hand,Then there will be no reflection, humanity's light will stand.