Freedom Will Reach Your End Soon Poem by Abdul Basit Ismail

Heart fluttering
Tongue stuttering
Because you named your title "plutocrat"
You bought their peace
And in return, you repaid with conflict
That's the life you chose
They are naïve with little say
Their own right is silenced in a democratic society
So unfair
Sorrowful beings full of sorrow
Theirs is to survive each day as they wish
To be free like other societies
Superiority is haunting them
In their day and dreams
Their ear drums bursting out of gun shots
Blood and tears are their daily scenes
Though a lot of you are killed
For the reason of unknown sins
A lot devastated for the departure of their beloved
Thou freedom will be paid for
No matter the delay of that hour
Assurance of your freedom to come off lies in our zeal and passions
Freedom will reach your end soon.