Seven hundred dollar haircuts, you must be mad
seventy five dollar coffee, few have gone mad

generosity makes us glad for no one should be sad
share and care now or queue to be mad

How I long for these crazy fads to vanish
gap between rich and poor makes me blue mad

sharing with each other the honourable duty
accumulation and greed spews our world gone mad

how I yearn for humanity to worship one another
sanity must be exhumed or become a hue of mad

if we let extremism rule we are indeed daft fools
foster tolerance before we ensure stark raving mad

Please hear Kate’s sincere heartfelt plea
save each other now or we’re due to drown mad

dVerse – a ghazal may be understood as a poetic expression of both
the pain of loss and the beauty of love in spite of that pain