Suiciding Europe Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Wine, the sweet poison, destroys great races
In world-history, you can find such cases.
Sex, if badly used, corrodes man and his kind;
Only ashes, even bones you do not find.
Relation of man with man must be there,
Otherwise, thought is caught in web of care.
Money is a means to give life some meaning,
As to smooth feather is end of preening.
But if one falls victim of money-hunting,
The callous will not avoid heart-hurting.
Posterity must be there to keep you alive
Otherwise, it’s hard one’s death to survive.
West is going to west, wasting its great wealth,
Patients don’t survive if doctors lose heath.
Men at helm are voyaging to the Dead sea
In the name of more and more and more free.
Even naked Nature has some rules fast,
And he who disobeys, at last, gets lost.
Slow poisoning is not to be felt at once,
But at each step, makes path more, more tense.
Slow-blinding, too, is of the same manner
To see through is the task of a scanner.
When morality and religion face failure,
Eyes and tongues become more, more secular.
When we don’t get light from sun, moon and stars
Wayward thoughts are involved in endless wars.
Blinds can’t be the torch-bearers of caravans
Eyes are the necessity even of vans.
Nature is the last resort to get guide,
Its long lasting laws, man must try to abide.
To ignore nature is to ignore life,
Nature has pairs of husband and wife.
A word to the wise is enough, they say,
Life is a game, rules are there of each play.
Those who try to look at future far
Will predict Europe’s demise without war.
Passions defend nations, vice versa ;
Along with Time becomes the terza rima.