September Poem by Chan Mongol

SEPTEMBER
By: Chan Mongol


In one unwelcoming morning, in 30th of September;

I lost my most precious, the dearest mother, forever!

Her death tore my heart and pushed me down from the high rock;

Thus, I became the saddest lacrimal boy in the block!

And that was the nineteen hundred seventy three;

We minors lost the center of our leftover devastated family!

In another September, I lost my most caring elder brother;

His devastating cry from pain of cancer always make me to suffer!

I hate September because, the month made me a hater;

I never felt the kindness of God and it boosted my anger!

Nobody should be born to burn in God given blazing fire;

Nobody should be born to suffer like my mother and brother!

Unkind God acted like the notorious Satan, the very wicked!

I can't forgive God for his brutality against humanity as God is mad!

God should go after Prime Ministers and governments;

Why me and us but not after those big guys and Presidents?