Keep Up! - Poem by Ahmed Toslim
and sir, your prophecy is of no use here
in a land where we have been starving
starving since the last rainbow disappeared
from the sky of our holy lord, of whom we pray
our stomachs fail digest your words of peace
and hunger inside instead delivers speech
crying out loud the nerves in our brains join,
join hunger's lead and revolt for the last time.
being so honest, in this age of dying
we cannot respect your prophecy sir,
our lord probably wants us to leave
for not just to give us a lesson, rather
in a wish to give you what you want;
we are leaving soon sir, keep up
keep yourself up in the land of garbage
your prophecy here is of no use for us.
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