O leaders of our land
To show your great might
You make people fight;
And when you preach hate
And use poor folks as bait
Doesn’t your conscience bite
And don’t you feel their plight?
O ivory tower men,
Secluded in your den
Don’t you think YOU sin
When causing useless din.
How can a nation rise
When its folks are not wise;
When we all fail to unite,
Then might is akin to right.
Open up your eyes
Before the last goodbyes
O people of my land;
Let divisionism be banned.
Let us join our hands,
Without seeing caste or skin.
For if we fail to wake up
The deep will pull us in.
And no one will survive
This nasty hatred drive.
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safina (Pseudonym) (
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Not just your land, believe me. You nailed it. But is anyone listening?
Yes, unfortunately its a universal phenomenon - sometimes I wonder whether there is anything such as an honest politician, but then I remember Gandhi, Mandela, Lal Bahadur Shastri and Abdul Kalam to name an inspiring few, and hope their tribe grows in the coming years.
We can only do our bit by selecting those who practise what they preach, and work for the good of the community and nation
I hope that your political consciousness spreads and infects others. Take care of yourself.
A call to all to unite in a brotherhood of humanity rather than let differences divide us. Nicely written in rhyme and with good flow. Well done
i sincerely hope it reaches the right ears - and there is a change for the better
thanks for stopping by.
You are most welcome
Safina, this is clear-eyed and urgent. The moral weight of it comes through without theatrics, and that honesty gives the poem its strength. Powerful, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thank you for the beautiful comments - much appreciated.
i hope that it inspires us to choose much better leaders in future..a bit of a challenge here though
You are most welcome, my friend! I hope so too, but if it doesn't...that is not on the poem, rather the heart that doesn't listen. Powerful poem!
true - we can voice our sentiments, and hope that someone up there will listen and act
take care - enjoy the weekend
Amen. You too, my friend!
Sharp eyes on power’s rot—your words cut through the pomp and pride.
Truth in rhythm, a call to wake before the deep swallows us all.
yes indeed - thanks for the insightful comments
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