The Ineffectual Dives - Poem by Shahida Latif
The World: a moving alive picture,
A display, exhibition of pain,
Saddening events and agonizing soreness,
Where blood flows, shreds lay scattered,
Amid the skeletons and dispersed skulls,
Under the shadows of spurting mushrooms.
A place where demons of troubles,
Are nourished, fed and brought up,
To make humanity their victims,
And Man makes vain ineffectual dives,
To seek, secure harbour upon the planets.
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