No.30 Poem by MOHAMMED OBAID

Another cutrain fall..
As the last chapter fold..
Try to hear the souls call..
Walking down a path so cold..

A war with no meaning..
Soldiers with no feelings..
A world built on stealing..
Watch another innocent kneeling..

The strong try to take..
All they ever make..
Showing off a face so fake..
Hiding what's truly at stake..

'Uncle sam wants you'..
To fight against who? ..
To fight against an un-armed foe..
That just makes you so d*mn low..

A dress of darkness is set upon the world..
When a mother screams ' Why lord? ! ! ' //
When a heart of steal loses it's cord..
To mercy, leaving it DEAD COLD.