Treasure Island

Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Somalia


(It is a humble submission to UN and the Netizen)

Who will wipe out the tears?

People dying with starvation,
Dying with the need of basic amenities
Stood as a judge and
I am witness- - -Somalia,
Say all are witness.

All struggling to acquire
Arms n ammunition,
Nuclear weapon
Nuclear test to vibrate the earth
Have gone to spaces
Wow on the way to great Nation
They can’t reach, Somalia

All trying to put tears to roll
On the checks of thousands
To measure and laugh the toll
Missile, rocket, drone, spies..
People are crying
People are dying
Come on I drink what oozes from the eyes
O unwise has a chance to be wise.

Submitted: Friday, March 29, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 29, 2013
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