{"id":1045,"date":"2016-03-20T19:48:00","date_gmt":"2016-03-20T19:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/2016\/03\/20\/pain-of-humanity\/"},"modified":"2016-03-20T19:48:00","modified_gmt":"2016-03-20T19:48:00","slug":"pain-of-humanity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/2016\/03\/20\/pain-of-humanity\/","title":{"rendered":"Pain of Humanity"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: left;\">\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">&nbsp;The day is lit with a torch<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Sun has gone down the shade<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">For<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The Violence has marred its march<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Blood is shattered all across<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Red is the color of even the moss<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Culling humans is in the season<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Death is drooling for this reason<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The day is lit with the torch<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">For<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The pen has started to scorch<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">It has missed the beat of its march<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Ink is spread on the floor<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Thinking what pen is writing for<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">They call terrorist as martyr<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Pen helps them in their satire<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Sun is hiding now in the shades<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">For&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Terror strikes using even a spade<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Human Rights are called to cover the fad<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Blood is shattered on the grass<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Politics has become terror&#8217;s class<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Culling humans is in the season<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Politicians are minting on this reason<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The day is lit with a torch<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Culling humans is today&#8217;s march<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">The pen has started to scorch<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Death is now standing in the porch!!<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;The day is lit with a torch And Sun has gone down the shade For The Violence has marred its march Blood is shattered all across Red is the color of even the moss Culling humans is in the season Death is drooling for this reason The day is lit with the torch For The &hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[187,186,168,64],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1045","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-abstract-poems","category-contemporary-poetry","category-poem-english","category-sarcasm","entry entry-center"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1045","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1045"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1045\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1045"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1045"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mayanktrivedi.net\/poems\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1045"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}