New Hunter-Gathering Poem by Sahil SharifdinEnglish

The weak cry for peace.
The powerful strives to increase
His influence, his domain
And he will never abstain
From shedding innocent blood,
Thus causing an evil flood
That drowns every weak home
And lets refugees roam
On roads, deserts, hills...
It closes schools, mills...
We cry and our blood froze
To see the pathetic photos
Of injured women and kids
Oppressed by the packs of pigs.
We protest on Facebook, Twitter...
By writing comments bitter.
We protest for a day or week
Then we fall quiet and meek.
Those little refugees suffer
In winter and in summer.
Their homes and land seized;
Their natural resources squeezed.
They beg for food and charity
To thesons of barbarity
Who stole their all property
With force and atrocity.
Such oppression, such abuse
Does not come in world news
It is a known irony:
'Tyrant condemns tyranny '
On the live TV news
To obtain maximum views.
Stay in your nations.
Build mutual relations.
When you are in need,
Good neighbors rush to feed.
Don't destroy your neighbor
To make yourself greater.
The earth has enough food
To feed every dude
Muslim, Jew, black, white...
There is no need to fight
Like hunter-gatherers of old
For land, oil, food or gold.
Let Jews live, let Muslims thrive.
Let Hindus rise, let Chinese strive.
Love will raise us tall.
Hate will kill us all.
Let the love wind blow
Let the world glow
When East and West will unite,
When blacks will hug white
When Arab will embrace Jew
The love will spread anew
The weak will not ever cry.
Anywhere under the sky.
Only if we leave greed
And help those in need!
No black will ever die.
No refugee kid will cry.
No threat of nuclear war.
No aggression any more.
All humanity is one
Alien here is none.