Without a whisker of ethics

Only when an elephant goes must,
It might at times,kill its own mahout.
But madness is the mainstream of men
Whose cave-carved,stone age methods,
Bypass their moods and whims,to set a sail.
Like the oars that steer through the waves,
Man's schemes drone through his dreams.
His mind is dead about others'death;
It cannot be alive to the death of a Tusker,
Lured by a pineapple packed explosive.
The corona-type virus is innate in man,
To infect,infiltrate,injure and eliminate.
When missions fail,madness marauds,
To meet his missions through weird visions.
The animal in man,is always a touted tail
Of his ancestral gene,occupying his archives.
But the animal ethics is ever his missing link;
Man is a Tusker,without a whisker of ethics.
P. Chandrasekaran