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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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