The Fair Judge Poem by khaled Elbalishy

Don't hesitate,
It's honesty, It's a state.
The fair prevails everywhere,
The Khalipha of Muslims may care.
Come to feed the poor,
Come to open the door.
You are a judge on the land,
For the misery, You must put your hand.
Mother pretends to cook,
Her child can study a book,
'It's late.look at the clock.'
'I'm angry',
'I 'm hungry'
The pan is boiling,
'My hope is travelling'
Where the so called'president'?
He may pass the tent?
He may listen to the poor!
Make people happy.It's core.
No food, the child is about to sleep,
Mother has sorrow.It's so deep.
Allah! You are only the support,
Send us good judge to be in high rank and sort.