Tuesday, April 10, 2012


He dared the sun and loitered with the moon,
His riches enveloped distant land;
He sleeps in the wilderness with no name,
Hi fireworks, a game of shame;

His spell vents thunders;
And can blind one’s soul,
He is diverse with many roles;
His heart sealed, and love sold.

He butchers humanity in the name of the lord,
Mutilated fleshes are just a road;
To his immense riches and gold;
Mothers breast dried and the world blindfold.

You promised peace and water for the meager,
You promised health and happiness for the goer;
I see starvation in the streets of hope and in the wood,
I see blood in your food.

Take my labor buy them food,
Return that young, his childhood;
Take my heart buy them happiness,
Long lost love and some kindness,
Heave ho! Heave ho!
Thousand lost on the go;
Mother earth has abundance, let them sow,
Heave ho! Heave ho!
One more lost on the go;
Let him smile let the child grow.
Shamsud A
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