Fouzia Wali

Rookie - 0 Points (7 june,1993 / Pakistan)

The War On Terror - Poem by Fouzia Wali

The War on Terror- -,
terrified by itself…
What aim? What purpose?
Questioned? by itself…

Nuclear Attacks …
without any reason
The War on Terror,
is shocked on this, Human treason.

Attacks on Attacks...
in the Name of Peace
The War on terror.
Would it never Cease?

What is this, War?
A War on Terrorism?
Still, Nobody knows…
look like a tactic of Separatism.

The World is Proud OF?
To gain Nuclear Weapon
You unsaved 'My Earth'
What a Silly is this beckon!

Killing… Shelling... Bombing... Attacking…
On Many Many, Living Houses,
The War on Terror, Mourned itself...
On innocent Souls of dying Spouses.

What a Guilty Shame!
What a Blind Humanity
The War on Terror. Called itself...
An extreme arrogant, An extreme insanity.

All the Fingers, are not the Same
then, Why you cut the whole hand?
Give punishment, who do Crime- -
But don't destroy, My Holly-Earth, My Holly-Land.

Can't you settle your Greedy Conflicts?
with discussion, dialogues, in Human discourse.
The War on Terror, demands its End...
It May be the Only for Living recourse.

Stop Me. I am a War, You Foolish Man!
Stop Me to Feed, more Power and Lust.
The War on terror, Beseech itself...
I am not for Hope, I am not for trust.

Topic(s) of this poem: war and peace


Comments about The War On Terror by Fouzia Wali

  • Aabid Masroor (1/23/2016 7:21:00 AM)


    beautiful poem nicely carved,
    Stop Me. I am a War, You Foolish Man!
    Stop Me to Feed, more Power and Lust..............clear message at the end
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2016



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