My Corrupt Uncles Poem by Akhtar Jawad

When I was born,
in conditions that were not ideal for my survival,
everyone thought I shall not survive.
I was a weak baby,
with minimum chances of survival.
Still I survived.
Thirteen months after my birth my father expired.
Leaving me on pity of my selfish uncles.
I was a rich baby
as I had inherited a lot of wealth.
My uncles cheated me
and took all my wealth.
The eldest uncle cut my mother into two pieces.
My poor maternal uncle was a teacher,
it was his kindness that I grown up into a mighty youth.
But the day on which he also became a corrupt,
and joined hands with my corrupt uncles
it became difficult for me to breath.
I am afraid my uncles who cut my mother into two pieces
may cut me too into so many pieces.
Alas! What of me!
Even a nation can't survive
If education is commercialized
and its teachers become corrupt uncles!