SONNET 444
By JH Sayyar
Come out! Brave country youth!
Country’s mother calling for you
All souls weeping none to soothe
All are afraid of gloom it is true!
Judges minions of politicians dear
Bureaucracy rests on sex and wine
My country mass, all full of fear
Army and elite, wealth concubine
No justice here all eyes have seen
Since my birth I see injustice here
All forget death, greedy are green
All night rich sex and wine share
Looters cannot money forever save!!
Dishonest: an epitaph on their grave!
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