Forlorn Humanity Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Capitalist turns sole face toward the superpower
Rich are busy to increase status in cheering beer
Bourgeois cannot go to the lower and higher
Poor runs as meteor and becomes soul of bier

The treasure of mercy stays aside untouched
Scream of sinner falsely makes virtuous march
Failure groans on despondency dawn to dusk
In this world everyone lives in opportunist mask

Borrowed wailing survives everywhere in bogus pulse rate
For the luxury meditations the patience of time ruminate
Poor to capitalist- everyone lives in falcon sight of poor
For unknown ladder-power everywhere they run as unsure

Busy; busy everyone in the density of own business
Humanity is forlorn child in everyone's hearty press


- Chittagong, Bangladesh