A Life Went Wrong.......The Denial Of Life
On Hepatitis Day..approaching!
There he is, a very sick man.
Taut his face and a darkish tan.
Life for him, now a staple ban.
left not a friend nor a fan.
Wonder how others see him out.
Doubles he up in a coughing bout.
Think some, he's a filthy lout.
Punks skip by, give him a shout.
Cool and dig on the party scene.
Blonds and brunettes vied to lean.
Now he is ever hardly seen.
An no one else is either keen.
Seldom up an down the street.
Then, too often, he feels the heat.
Barely walks an drags his feet.
Eschewed even by a cop ...
O…… Will You Justice!
This poem was written as a rejoinder to a pliant, govt sponsered judiciary in Pakistan, the deposed chief justice has since been restored to his rightful place as a result of a popular uprising by the people of Pakistan. The main stumbling block was the president of pakistan himself (President Asif Ali Zardari)
Will someone soothe the raw for me?
Will someone chink the flaw for me?
Will someone heed the law for me?
O’ Will you feed my ma for me?
I have no tears to wet my eyes.