Word Is Now A Town Poem by Akhtar Jawad

We may be too black or too white,
We may be too yellow or too brown,
Just helpless ordinary men or the elite,
On our heads is a shining similar crown.
We may be Asians, Australians or Africans,
We may be Europeans or Americans,
We are eggs of distant heavenly hens,
With a romance that once came down.
Buddhists, Hindus, Jews or Christians,
Muslims or else we are chicks of aliens,
We developed ink and developed pens,
Wrote names forgetting common noun!
I have put aside my old pen it's superstitious,
I use key board of a computer it is conscious,
Let it write the truth it's truthful and zealous,
We all are humans and the world is now a town.