UN-excellence

And the drowned ship
Sailed before me
Emerging from the crust
Got over the whole sea
And the mightiest, greatest innovations
Dragging somehow itself with interventions
All the rest seeing in amuse
Thinking the eye to be their beloved guise
Scratching their head
Panicking like a child
Oh what a faith! Everyone cried
Poor you all, then I laugh
The hard work & determination
Can't be prudery carved?
Then why just for sake of God
Calling one's hard work
A mere God's plot?
Those are linings not of hands
But of torrential sweat & deluged plight
Without a utter which he drank
Oh yes I fear, being the world so unclear
Oh yes I fear, to get into this foolish dare
Where great men even utter something great
And the poor expressing excellence, watching with disgrace.