They … who sold the earth into pieces
Make profits out of pay-back Gods …
They … who build the concrete walls
Make rules stern; break it, a pay dirt …
They have no Name, they have no Colour
They have no Country, nor religion …..
They … who danced with collateral damages
Make “THOSE” places a living hell ….
They … who brought the repulsive wars
Make luxury out-of blood and flesh …
They have no Name, they have no Colour
They have no Country, nor religion …..
They … who baffled us with Peace and Doctrine
Make aghast whispers choke within …
They … who bathe on blood-soaked conscience….
Make the down-trodden homeless, breathing corpse
They have no Name, they have no Colour
They have no Country, nor religion …..
They … who ravaged lands and women
Make their mothers proud and noble …
They … who slept with a thousand guilt
Make faces glitter with deceitful smiles …
They have no Name, they have no Colour
They have no Country, nor religion …..
They … who wrote the resolutions and laws
Make us bewildered in their deliberate lies …
They … who lived a superficial life
Make layered vindication to rape the truth …
They have no Name, they have no Colour
They have no Country, nor religion …..
- Author: Zille Blues (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 31st, 2023 10:16
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
Comments2
Good vision.
Powerful and poignant.
thank you
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