SONNET 416
By JH Sayyar
I met a women with sunken eyes,
Walked slowly with a weak frame,
At noon, her weak feet fall and rise,
I asked her the cause with shame!
‘I curse rulers, pray to God at night,
Death is better than starvation, anon,
No gas to cook, hunger bites like kite,
O God! Fall on the rulers fire cannon,’
Listening to her; tears on my cheeks
Where is champion: United Nations?
Why silent since thousands of weeks,
Laws page to deceive with elations!
Hungry kids go school in tattered dress:
The rulers promises to impress the Press
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