Is There Any Love Left? Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I ask myself, .
amdist the war, death and famine.
Is there any love left?
No compassion no smiles.

Bombs dropped on us all,
death and misery continue to fall.

Hearts no longer broken,
modern love all wrong, loving on the run.

Age old institution,
like others has gone.
Love is walking alone with a rucksack on its back.
Doesn't have a home anymore,
Everyones heart has turned black.
I ask you all,
is there any love left?

Children grow up in a loveless world,
born to make money,
for their thankless, lazy parents.
Society is a freak,
no family left to love.

Sons and daughters,
leave the parents to be cared by Social Services
or the neighbour with the cats, next door.

Children grow up quickly,
leanr to stab and kill.
No longer like my generation
were we wished no ill
Childhood memories and all things good,
come to an end.
Modern rubbish,
drives me round the bend.

I ask you all,
is there really,
any love left?

I Siddiqi 11.07.09