I never fail but failed
My brilliant ideas just derailed
Humans are such a commodity
Who under fear and pity
Perform for their vested deals
Hence reason never appeals
To their conscience which never pricks
Ordinarily they are busy in tricks
To avoid bypass or confuse
On one pretext or another to refuse
They earn ten but never pay one
They are there for the job undone
Humans what a creature of God
Look towards the dictates of rod
Spare a rod and spoil a child
Animals too remain so wild
Unless they are taken to the task
Unless someone snatches the mask
They will take but deliver none
Work for them is just a fun
Which they while away in talks
Being too tiny claims to be rocks
Time is there to take all care
They will be damned being unfair
Their ugly faces will be defaced
Their dirty claims will be debased
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2013 (CHAINS OF LIFE)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of all God's creatures, humans have the worst characteristics, the worst habits. We possess the most hatred and intolerance, we are the most unjust, unfair, uncaring, abusive creatures. Yet we call ourselves children of God. I wonder sometimes what God is really like. Do we want to know him? Very powerful thoughts in your poem.