Our role is questioned
We all have been misled
To believe untruth
As only truth
How many are killed daily?
With torture and pain really
The women folks are raped
And children are slapped
What do they have in their mind?
We have never cared to find?
It is agony and frustration
Only cases for victimization
The land has been devastated
Not allowed to be cultivated
Daily marauders come and plunder
We run helter and scatter
Will we be able claim for mothers?
Same honor and offer
Right place in history
For poverty and misery
Powerful and full of meaning Juliette Aurora32 minutes ago Great! Comment +1
Not bad Nick Powell32 minutes ago good poem, wish there was more to it, kinda straight forward but hey, It's good. good job Comment +1
awesome poem veronica folger31 minutes ago this one i felt the emotions as you laid them out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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