The scientists boost our might with missiles.
But Jigadhis kidnap our boys with smiles.
The trained boys will hit us back
and put our temples to rack.
Terror wreak havoc in our domiciles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enemies where none exist they invent.The money to buy the missiles can be better spent fighting the real enemies of humanity which are disease and hunger and homelessness and illiteracy.A great poem.Thank you