The Defenders Of Human Rights Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

You want to burn the world,
Go on!

You want to sow murderous explosions
Andsignature the place with signs of blood
And dead bodies.
Go on, do it!
What do I care?

In this world
There many a sane people who will support you,
Give you eat and drink
And defend you in high place!

The dead have no voice
And least justice!
You have right,
The dead and the bleeding have none!

They are paid to support bloodshed
Criminals and murderers,
They call themselves the defenders of human rights!

This world is going the wrong way anyway.
What does it matter if it explodes.
Go on have a great bonfire!

This is not my world, I did not make it.
Neither do I know why is the onequiet who made it?