An Alain Poem by Naeem Jakhar

A place to live at cost;
This world has its price
Exploitation, bias and pride
Has condemned the humans thrice


The people or place love you may
But when you leave your own
They tell you right away
Your identity is gone

And they play with you with political tools
Your character you can not hide
The Policy makes people fool
And helps others to breed their pride

Ah! No one is civilized enough
To make it easy what is tough
They make it thorny all the more
To feel an alienness at the core