Judgements are swift
Lynchings merciless
Ganging-up a norm
Pellets and stones everywhere
Appeals buried under
Rushing words and more words
Designed to serve
Notions
Not convictions.
Lines of control blur
As logic and illogical interests
Prick each other
On a battlefield that doesn’t even know
If it exists.
Friendships dissolve
In nano seconds
Enemies emerge
Without knowing why
And we are left harried
Worried
And disoriented.
And a bit lost
On Twitter.
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Arvind Passey
19 August 2019
