Cry Of Hills And Snow Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The day was fearful, sleep-less is the night,
Energy crisis has blackened the streets,
Terror is prevailing and there is no light,
Children are crying and forgotten their tweets.

Gun fires are heard, gun powder is smelt,
All are confined in their light-less houses,
Mosques are empty and the roads not dwelt.
Wives are waiting for the missing spouses.

All children above twelve have been kidnapped,
They are being trained to become the slaves,
Brain washing is on and hearts are trapped,
Merciless robots are prepared in the caves.

The virgin beauty of hills and snow,
Has been gang raped by infernal beasts,
Tourists don't come and economy doesn't grow,
Game of death is played by the priests.

They train to kill the women and children,
Cause they are fond of an uncalled war,
They will go to paradise after killing the men,
They will watch their family in the hell from far.

The children are asking for their dears,
And the helpless women have no reply,
The earth is shaking with tears and fears,
Watching silently, ignorant is sky.

The stars are shining like all other days,
The moon is bathing in the moonlit flood,
The sun will rise and disperse its rays,
It will set, unconcerned, in the lake of blood.

Slow is the nature but she rises at last, ,
History is the witness that violence is returned,
Enjoy your killings, celebrate your blast,
Tomorrow your body will be watched unconcerned.