Race Of Man Poem by shakil ahmed

RACE OF MAN

Foul smell is coming out
From every corner of this planet
The way it comes from a rotten egg
The desert of Gaza has stained with blood
People of Iraq are groaning
Like the slaughtered goats
People cry in a shrill voice
Bullet speaks in primitive fashion
Pigeon doesn't fly over the desert
Children are crying and suffering
We can hear the moan
Human race is dying
We can hear the cry of agonized soul

It's time to awake from slumber
And to do something for the oppressed
Those who are caged
They are our brethren
Those who are crippled
They are our sisters

It is the need of the hour
To ask questions
Are we men?
Are we humane?
If we belong to the race of man
We should stop war and fighting
And try to be humane.