Again Fooled Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is painful memory
No curse from almighty
Yet we feel sorry
And down with new worry

The war end is not in sight
We are wrong and not right
It is our fault to have hatred
We are now almost dead

Each night brings horror
We live constantly with terror
There is grip of unknown fear
It brings flood of tears

Can you believe?
And peacefully live
In this turmoil for indefinite time
We shall live with guilt and crime

First dictators ruled
Now we are again fooled
There is no peace in sight
We are damned and not happy even slight

Any time they may knock
Take me away to flock
With lashes and even with death
That shall be my last breath

* On Libyan situation