The New World Order Poem by Shaib Mohd

Men have become immune to stress.
Men have become resistant to mess.
Who made you and me immune and resistant?
It is the new world order don't be so hesitant.
A new world order where we play with bombs.
Where bullets have become ornaments.
As expensive as diamond clad monuments.
Where a massacre makes a man 'The king'.
And a crowd follows him because of that ethnic cleansing.
Where even God loves to watch this game.
Whose players are killers and have earned fame.
Where wombs are torn from pregnant moms.
Infants crushed before developing into Muslims, Hindus and Mormons.
Where women are raped and watched with pleasure.
And the rapists are shielded and elected to decide.
The fate.
Of a nation where they are butchered and raped.
Of a nation where they smear their whites with red.
Of a nation where they make the humanity dead.
This new world order of ours.
Was formulated by you, me and our religious players.
Now I kill you and you kill me to attain.
A position where we can only gain and gain.