How Many Iraqs? - Poem by HASNAIN AAQIB
It took me two years to build my home
Of five rooms, with no tower and no dome.
With all my resources and labour spent,
In due course, my back had got a little bent.
How difficult it seems, I simply thought
To erect a structure on a barren plot!
Construction isn’t so easy, as they say
“Rome wasn’t built in a single day”.
But destruction takes not more than a minute
And the earth gets ugly, wounded, bit by bit.
This red substance Is pure human blood
Which flows tide after tide, like a Tsunami flood.
These millions who die, aren’t any rulers
Then why they are targetted by merciless killers?
And to bring down so called despotic rules,
Is it fair to destruct hospitals, homes and schools?
With thousands stuffed dead in each building,
The songs of victory, how can any one sing?
Such war is a fight, which looks so wild,
Between a professional wrestler and a feeble child.
It is the debris of humanity, Uncle, and its values
On which you stand, proudly buckling your shoes.
Just be brave and focus at your home,
It needs you more than to roam
In places, thousands of miles away.
Let you, and let me, let us to god pray
Same beautiful, lets make our planet earth
As it was at the time of its birth..
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