An Instrument To Cause Pain Poem by Bassam Hussain

Man Woman girl and boy
Why are they in so much joy?
From it what did they gain?
This thought my mind did drain!

Isn't it just a game?
Why is it receiving this much fame?
How much they're giving it care!
This much I would never bare
"It did this, that, these, and those"
They can even write it in form of prose!

But why am I troubling my mind?
What am i trying to find?
Nothing has a fixed value, oh No
They say whether it's HIGH or low

Let them sink in its thought
And let their mind wander not
So they won't hold dear
What to my heart is near

Let it turn away their sight
So peacefully i can sleep at night
At day my ears can rest
In it i have no interest

I know what they did gain
An instrument to cause each other pain
An instrument that is not a Crime
With which these savages can fill their time