Brutal World Poem by Rasaq Malik

The world is brutal,
Our soul is violent,
This naked world of limit stay,
Nature hunting Nature.

Calling for the death of innocence,
The world is brutal,
Our soul is violent,
Have we not seen?

Vanity eloping our hand,
After the mother earth have been cultivated,
When wealth is of no use,
Our property? stinking rubbish,

When death has clocked,
Where is our soul?
No where to be found,
This world?
No kinsmen, no friend,
What are we searching for?
Brutal world.