Rise Of Nationalism Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I witness the rise of nationalism
Sometimes it is mixed with regionalism
Far cry is heard for rights violation and humanism
If I sincerely admit then it lacks proper mechanism

How does it vitiate international understanding?
Compromise of principles and unholy bonding
War crime perpetuators are give patronage
All sorts of encouragement is given to increase the bondage

How come we fail to hear the cry of Afrikaners?
How are they killing their own brethren as sinners?
We merely watch the butcher’s game and mutely observe
We have only weapons but no food and medicines to serve

Let the religious sentiments be buried under the earth belt
Its necessacity in life is must and very much felt
No one can claim purity on the ground of religious supremacy
We have only two hands to rise for blessings and mercy

It is good to be conscious of freedom rights
It is equally good to offer legitimate fight
No one may mind if it is confined to constitutional change
It is altogether different when ways adopted are strange

How can you establish supremacy on the basis of race?
What brave front you may put as innocent face?
How world may believe your words for guarantee?
How can world be allowed to breathe then free?

The tall world order is shaking
The big countries are claiming and staking
Their interest collide with liberty and freedom
Not a word is spoken against and heard seldom

We are not rooting out the real enemy
The weak countries are ruled with tyranny
The dictators find safe heaven with ill gotten money
This is how world stage is managed by many

To make it worse either side is supported
Their national wealth is cleverly looted
Puppet regime is installed and penalty is imposed
How does the trust or confidence can be reposed?