The Ugly Face Of The Globe Poem by Abdul Wahab

If I shout out loud and make an alarm
Then I fear I am going to be killed point black
On the other hand my silence will lead me to be
sold off, not only my physical world but also my soul
With the risk from the both ends I still move on
And reach to a place from where I come back safe
And eliminate the point of dilemma that hinders
The process of my decision making, fast and swift.

Some maids are made slave of the rich people
And subjected to nasty torture, rape and murder
Few are also there who cuts the throat of their masters
And run away with all the cash and valuable things.
In this nasty world of master and maid, poor and rich
In between there is only a persistent war in which
Each plays a role of a hawk but the poor are held
Always the culprits showing ugly face of this ugly globe.