No matter if you lose sight and see not,
But what to those who vision clear claim,
Can see pebbles in the children’s hands,
Cannot see bombs dropping over them.
The burning bodies of toddlers,
Painful bleeding mothers’ eyes,
Mean nothing to them, neither rubble,
Of collapsed houses and the deafening cries.
But they do say, children’s protest annoying,
Slogans raised for freedom blackest crime,
Without any slightest feeling of shame,
They say they do it to wash away the grime.
The so-called champions of the human rights,
Silent with dead conscience and lost insight,
Are the black mole on the face of humanity,
Instead of lessening misery augmenting plight.
The is the excellent attempt to depict the true picture of silent attitude towards all types of human right violation at world level. I appreciate your feelings and expressions from the core of my heart.
Great. What a true picture of the hypocrisy of the world. And the rhyme is icing on the cake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brave utterances set aside for sober reflection. Very tragic and compelling piece on man inhumanity to man. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.