Misery Thy End Game Poem by Aftab Alam
Misery Thy End Game
Don’t abuse us,
I am here for abuse,
Don’t misuse us,
Lest we use,
Don’t confuse the world,
If we remove the curtain,
Reality known to all,
No one will open the mouth,
They will open, when you’ll fall,
Your eyes blinding power has looted,
Looted the candle of darken poor home,
Lest you be destroyed with your power,
Then also you will blame—for fame,
You fuming –misery thy end game
Do not misuse us but let us use. Wonderful poem shared really for awareness. Nice message transferred. Nicely written.
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Don’t abuse us, I am here for abuse, Don’t misuse us, - - it is sad we have to plead for humanity