Are You Yet Proud? - Poem by Fatemeh Tarkashvand
How can you call us, your best creature?
While we are wilder than wilds in nature
How are you proud of this human?
While they know nothing but killing women
Some of us guilty, the rest are silent
History says that, it is our talent
How can they make a body to pieces?
They do even kill nephews and nieces
They are the man of blood and horror
They cook died body for his poor mother
They are against culture and history
Destroying them is counted as victory
Never I believe, you let them to live
As a human, what they do achieve?
Oh my dear God! Are you yet proud?
Sure you are not! But, don’t say it aloud
Poet's Notes about The Poem
As I know God sent 124000 prophets to guide people but yet we are making weapon and kill each other hundred times wilder than animals.
I wonder are we his best creature yet? Is he proud of us yet
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