DITHERED FALLACIES

Is this the world That saw great men?
Who echoed their noble thoughts?
Why? Why is this world
So narrow,so tense?
Cornered by faces , so fake;
While time gets counted by them,alas!
Poor the common, Praises them aloud!
Concede by faith,Believes every word!

Pasting a smile, the expression that bangs,
Dubious ,but perfect, makes them aloof
Poor the common praises them aloud
Conceded by faith,believes wi' no bounds
Green-eyed they are,
The paradigm of predators
Nothing do they see,not the emotions
Of fellows, who depend them till core.

Mystified by greenback
And fame that entails,
Makes them the Lucifer-
Bearing the mask of herdsman.
In many do I see them,though many can do too;
But none'll ever agree!!
Will the world ever become
White? dithered though we are!