Charlie The Attila - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Universal derision for your voice,
Be heard and like a Superamatist cube
Of boxed audience, who have acquired
The unique rhythm of dancing
On the bullets fired from guns,
Archaic with improvisations and technics.
Charlie the Attila rides the horse,
A Tamerlane, a Chengis?
Holocaust, barreled dollar,
Genocide and religion.
Ignorance and war,
Aftermaths and destructions beyond repair.
I had read somewhere,
About the war crimes tribunal
Under the auspices of UN,
Red Cross were providing truckloads of weapons,
Red Crescent was fomenting anger,
They were fighting a holy war
Their women and children begging and getting,
Universal derision, by and large,
Till today, for all days and every tomorrow to come.
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