Lesser Humans Poem by B U Afnan

Lesser Humans



I have flown across this world for centuries.
I have wandered the deserts,
flown over the seas

 They have changed a lot.
They've been scared long
 but of all  things wrong 

He built the cage, for the bird he ensnared
He cried the loudest, when he found her dead 

Yesterday, they all began hating my small friend
They named him and shamed him with a crown 
But they kill and maim  for their wars.
Many I've seen laughing at sight of blood
And children were dying, all along
 In the lap of a lesser god.

Scared of all things wrong 
They need to be scared of themselves,
because they are losing their souls
Washing their hands again and again
 They washed off their humanity too
 They've forgotten compassion,
sympathy and love.
 All the things we had heard of 


Today I cried after a hundred years
 Along with me so did the heavens.
Caved in with all the comforts, they let the hungry die

Again.

Those who built their homes with their hands 
They crushed under metal rails 
Criminal relief in their hearts.

All hope was lost, but then a sigh was heard 
Beautiful child, nestled in mountains 
In a valley  far, prayed for those killed in vain
before breaking his fast with dates 
About their identity and religion he didn't care
 For when his own  brother was slain 
Lamenting over the spilled blood so pure 
They said, innocent and martyrs go to heaven for sure..
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By B.U Afnan-10-5-2020

Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: angels ,death,god,humanity,hunger,kashmir,poverty,trains
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On 8th of may 2020, amid a countrywide lockdown in India, a goods train crushed 16 migrant workers, who due to the lockdown were stuck in their places of work, with no money, no food tried to go back to their native places and while doing so, were crossing the same rail line. This tragedy was not highlighted as it should have been, perhaps because those who dies were poor, insignificant people. These were the people who u and me pay to build our dreams, our homes, our offices.They were not Bollywood celebs or cricket players that their death would spark a nation wide outrage in India.What does that tell you? Who are the lesser humans? These children of a lesser god? Those who while shaking their head at the 9pm news, showed  remorse that lasted 2 minutes while heaving a criminal sigh of relief in their air conditioned rooms over it  being someone else? The truth is we advocate lockdowns because we can afford them. We have homes filled with food that would last a year for these people. Think over this.
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