My Child In Unlocked Times Poem by SABREEN AHMED

To My Child in Unlocked Times

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How do I send you
out my child
in unlocked times
to a grueling world.

Where men act

as brutes

and suck many
unripe bosoms,
Thrust their lust

at puerile pubes,
lynch servile youths
Everyday, everywhere

in varied ways or forms.

Ferocious fiends

dance in demonic orgies,
crush jejune dreams
murder innocent lives
spilling hatred

from mouths sacred
to increase the rate

of daily venom—
Who, why, again?
Belligerent warriors
on media screens
rages war
on polarized wheels.
of class, caste and faith.

How do I let you
out to grow
where you
and your peers
for ever play
social blame games
on-screen,
the hands that
heal and save,
do don't press
the abuse button
of class, caste and faith.

My child live in
your comics, crayons,
cartoons
and video games
and not in the land
of inhumans where
empathy is dead
amidst disease

and doldrums.

Grow in strength
and sympathy
my child not
to loose yourself
in a brutal
grueling world
That needs

healers and healing
Not hate and killing.