Half Buried Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The earth was shaken and cracked,
He is half buried in in the open jaws
Of the angry earth that trembled,
Reminding him of all his flaws,
His helplessness before the nature,
As an in-humanist his caricature!

He was right and others were not,
He had a right to kill the others,
But here is nature's decisive slot,
His forefathers and his fore mothers,
Now fully buried turned into clay,
Step by step they're facing a decay.

They thought they were right to hate,
They thought they were right to kill,
They're meeting their written ill-fate,
And paying their outstanding bill.
On account of their hates and killings
The half-buried pays the interest billings!

He has a lot of money in his pocket,
And a list of his rivals he should hit,
On the back seat of car there's a rocket,
But he cannot move he can only sit,
The half-buried in his neck has a locket,
With a word love in its socket.

His hands are free, brings it to the lips,
Kisses the word love and he prays.
A rescue team! He jumps on his hips,
I was wrong, yes wrong, he loudly says,
His regrets release him from the jaws,
He will die as a man free of all flaws!