Sonnet - 4 Poem by Muzahidul Reza

The output is out of a lot of inventions living
Infesting only some powers and weapons
Pervading the earth and air are circling
Enthused in insensitivity and blushless clash,
And have stood in an open contrast
Endeavouring him to mentally crush
To commit him first dead in those trash
Raising a violent war around the global village;
But he with his group
And every power are merely standing troop
Hiding the grave fault fighting to mark
Striving to subdue but groping in the dark,
So, all his policies, gaining and ethical part
Are cursed in the century's worldwide dirt.

Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/13/2016