A Planet Of The Step-Mother Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

A Planet Of The Step-Mother



The world is busy in sports,
Stadiums are jam-packed with the spectators,
Their shout echoes in canopy of the sky,
Medals are being awarded to the winners,
The natives of my own country do not have time
To see through the sufferings of others,
The TV channels display seminars, recipes,
Songs and dances to the starving nation,
Just now one of them demonstrated in a jar of water
How fresh egg is heavier than the rotten one.
The other one exhibited how a small gadget
Neatly removes unnecessary hair from the skin,
Politicians run as usual behind the power:
The chair of authority, the maulvis have nothing
To do but gather alms and charities,
My own prime minister has gone
With an aero-plane loaded with the crates
Of mangoes for the King of Saudi Arabia,
And other royal characters, to perform umerah
Along with family, to please God and seek
His blessings, leaving behind the poor masses
Panting for bread, the nation is busy
In ostentatious deeds, holding feasts
And aftar dinners, belly befitting actions,
The mosques and places of worship are jostled
By the men of piety dressed in rustling cloth.

Operation here, operation there, operations
All around, killing, killing just only killing
To merely have in grips oil and minerals of the soil
The world has become an operation theatre,
Jews are busy in availing opportunity,
They kill and kill Palestinians and their kids,
Smash their abodes with the shells of high explosives,
The clouds of smoke rise to the Heavens,
God Himself with the angles might be sniffing
The pong of explosives but He sits there silent too,
NATO too fights for her own interests,
UNO snorts in slumber like a step-mother,
She ever turns a deaf ear to the men of intellect,
But knows well what is to be done and what isn't,
When the proper time is to awake from the sleep,
I cannot think the world will grow a better place,
Worth living for my generations, for the Earth was
Destined to become a planet of the step-mother,
O! The reader, so cherish not vain hopes my brother.

Friday, August 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: War
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