What People...Are They? Poem by Majid Gaggi

What people...are they?

Yes, what people are those...?
What kind of human beings are they
Yes, they looted everything
As faster as the plane
During the blink of an eye
For that they use their brain
They are a lot, they are so much
They are very long chain
They are a series of the thieves
As long as the train
And if they can
They stop even the rain
And dried up the spring, the river
Convert to desert every plain
They want to get every thing
Even it will be one grain
They do that day and night
And repeat it again and again
Nothing is left to their people
Nothing there is remain
They make them very poor
And suffer from pain and pain
What kind of human beings are they?