Why is our earth getting so war-ridden?
Isn’t there any answer out there hidden?
But we keep on asking again and again
Like some parrot that has gone insane,
Yet knows what sought is outside cage.
So do we, if we could but turn the page.
Some think it lies in missiles and drones
In rockets and bombs, exploded phones
Others who think themselves to be wise
Arrange meeting, talks,summit and ties
They worst, with smile reaching no eyes
Practised in truths that shame even lies.
Our battles no acts of might and bravery
Cowards we, kill remotely pressing a key
No worthy foe overcome, no victory won
Just savage slaughter, indifferently done.
So many don’t know whence came death
Who the strangers who strangled breath?
It’s time to leave home, stride into the rain
Battle those who fight only for selfish gain
By some means put them all to the sword
Cleanse our lands, throw them overboard.
But why me? Not my quarrel, best abstain
That the answer then, no questions remain.
Madam Miss, welcome to my beloved land
Thank you for buying all of my humble fare
But that is about the most that I could spare
What is left, not enough to hold in my hand.
What is that you are asking, I could not hear?
My home? Yes, I would much like you to see
Roy shifted his briefcase from one hand to the other as he approached his house in the less-peopled recesses of Sanctuary City. He had consciously bought an outskirts house because it was within walking distance from his office.
Somebody recently said that Felix is my pet
That’s because she hadn’t met the beagle yet.
Or else, she surely would have clearly seen
How badly mistaken she had actually been.
A little study of the domestic order of the peck.
Would’ve revealed the collar around my neck.
I am a migrant,
Wife n children
I live in my tent
They in heaven
I drink no water
Eat a little grain
Two children fought hard on a street
Neither would give up, beat a retreat
I intervened, and gave one my hand
Other went down, soon bit the sand
Gave other hand to wipe those eyes
Doled false hopes, soothed with lies.
When old dogs call it a day, go away
And finally reach, who knows where?
Some of them are quite likely to say.
Rather stay with my folks down there.
If that cannot be made to transpire
The Lord may stretch a point for us.
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