Irony

We head to a phase where our existence is an irony,
Where lost is our purpose & actions area a mystery,
Where humans are inhuman..........din is our melody..........
As we inch forward towards an impending a tragedy,
Where trust has been lost......... & hearts are colder;

Innocence faded.......... Children are older....
Where conscious yields... we are busy puffing on rolls.....
Where sex is flippant... no longer a union of two souls,
Where borrowed are thoughts & lost are reasons.......
Where peace doesn't exist unless there are bullets & guns........

 And I wonder as we edge to a brink....
As apartments grows & family shrinks,
And doom befalls...... I wonder about the Irony.....