Nationality Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

Last night
i heard a strange voice
sweet as sunshine
and as old as memories
murmuring a tune of agony
of how
many and many
have perished
in the name of nationality.

of how the pride
of the powerful
have divided an earth
into pockets of politics.

of television channels
dictating knowledge,
declaring wars,
on the pretense of saving humanity,
while a poor me
is so dumbfounded.

the murmur grew stronger
as day break came closer
and with dawn
shackles were broken
of ignorance and hatred.

Men and women
woke up free
where there was no queues
to divide them
into nationality
or into colors
or into religion
while earth became a paradise,
which we had to die
to get before.