Not Trained Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Not trained

Our eyes are not trained
And really pained
To see man made devastation
And compelled to live with strained relation

No country wants refugees
As they had to flee
Their homeland
To opt for another land

Their children are dying
Women are raped and compromising
Where is future and security?
All are left to the mercy of an almighty

Daily bloodshed
And countless are lying dead
There is no one to bury them at right place
What kind of this mad chase?

The oil wealth is taking heavy toll
Many nations support revolutionary call
Incite local population on religious fervor
They prefer to die for defending honor