To Kill Us They Are Making Bombs! ! ! Poem by Seema Aarella

At a tender age, they kindle his rage
Tampering his moral courage
They train him to die and to kill
Thus a ‘Terrorist’ is born at will

Years of patience and plans hidden
To kill the innocent and hope ridden
Wrecked by natures furious force
Death is not new for us of course

Quakes, tsunami, floods and storms
Millions are killed like mere worms
Wild fires and torrential rain
God has many plans to pain

Diabetics, heart attack, Aids and more
Diseases causing more blood and gore
Luxurious vehicles for accidental death
Over pollution to squeeze our breath

Over dozed drugs and illicit liquor
In hundreds death will occur
Open drains and borewell
Innocent kids to death they fell

Poor women has a distress story
Rapes, molestations and death due to dowry
Unborn girl child is gifted a tomb
Silenced forever in mother’s womb

Greed of wealth and fame
Killing people of family same
In status and castes name
Death has no meaning or shame

It’s a dog’s life in developing world
Miseries are many and untold
Living with one leg in our tombs
And to kill us they are making bombs! ! !