‘Our dream ’— A poem

Is this the world we dreamt for?
We were glad after end of the world war,
end of an era with a rage trap door.
Who knew the world was better before?

With earnest dreams in his eyes,
he entered an era where ambition dies.
Not precisely, neither very lightly,
still he struggled everything politely.

Where hatred rules and race decides,
the omnipotent kings and leaders divides.
Venom of greed and revenge at summit,
all this just for a political benefit?

No wonder what else is left to be seen,
in need is honesty and truth before spleen.
Still many we now see is filled with abhor.
The hope for harmony, it's late before.
This is not the world we dreamt for.
This is not the world we dreamt for.

~Tarvinder Singh