Correction Room Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Correction Room
The boy was crying,
Let me live a life,
Of a sinner in vice,
I don't want to go,
To correction room,
I know when I shall come out of the room,
I'll be in a jacket with a device in its pocket,
And the jacket will be filled in with,
Explosives to kill innocent women and children,
But he was helpless,
His illiterate parents,
A victim of poverty,
And illiteracy,
Annoyed with the innocent,
Naughtiness of the boy just nine or ten,
Brought him to the room,
Although illiterate,
But he knew his fate,
The rulers and NGOs,
Could not see his tears,
They preferred to see,
Parts of his body,
And black burnt blood!
Many are forced to become suicide bombers under threat and often driven by poverty! The sad tale of this boy is heart rending! A poignant write!
A brilliant write bringing the ugly to the page vividly for all to see. I call this a tell it like it is poem.....
Very touching indeed and the very truth spelt out in a poignant way......we are living in a morally bankrupt world where we can't hope of sustaining life any more if this way things go.....10
True..! ! .Always innocent people becomes victim only the Innocent one! ! !
Often our childrens are used as fodders in a war in which they have nothing to do. This is also against the tenents of humanity. Nice write.
politrics that degrade the society...terrorrisom that grews as a Nuisance...nice work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is the story telling how a teen aged boy becomes a terrorist. A nice work...................10