Royal Poinciana And The Rubbish Cobra Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I love the red and orange flowers
That spring on the branches so delicate
Their message of beauty and of love
Needs my garden to change the fate!

Humanity is ailing with the poison of hate
Fate of children in torn shirts with stains
Having nothing to hide their lower parts
To wash their shirts they depend on rains!

Child labor is common in the dirty slums
For food and water, a child is misused,
At the age of ten they are forced to work
Poverty leads the children to be abused

In such an adverse situation I see
A rubbish cobra with the poison of hate
Is climbing on the Royal Poinciana tree
It's weakly rest, only beauty of painful fate!

In an underdeveloped country only one day
To climb and sit among colorful flowers
Waiting to be totally naked if it rains
To wash not only their dirty shirts
But also their soul's wounds and the stains!

I am here with my walking stick
I shall save the children and the flowers
Shall keep cobra down hundred steps
I shall join their prayers for the showers!