M.D Dinesh Nair
An Army Of Pathos - Poem by M.D Dinesh Nair
An Army of pathos
Marches on into the plains of our lives.
Hungry kids, dead grannies and forsaken huts...
There were life and laughter once.
No agendas die, the politician who learnt at the Oxford repeats,
'Don`t panic, things will be alright soon'.
How can he sleep tonight?
An Army of flickering hopes
Struggles to bring solace to the masses.
Soaring summer heat and reports of sunstrokes...
There were still such times not so bad!
No enjoyments are called off as the haves still chill out their lives,
Let the drowning ones go deep, the survivors must rejoice.
How will this phase come to an end?
The ghosts of the Palastine kids killed
By the incorrigible Isrelites haunt the minds.
When will these armies fade out for ever?
The Nargese licked off the lands of Myamnar
And the army regime said 'no' to the helping hands!
What a nasty human fate it is to be under one`s ego.
The Black Obama may just have paradise for a short span.
But will the Whites honour him over the White Mcain at last?
And Putin in disguise shall rule over Russia yet.
An army of pale sentinels let out a cry weak.
There used to be a life different..
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