This world is like a dirty market
Where human emotions are sold
Where sliver for rich becomes gold
And gold of poor fails to hold
Efforts of poor are just fruitless
While tricks of rich more or less
Declared successful on the guess
Contemptuous are holders of bless
Human values, humanity on sale
Riches makes faces glow in veil
While faces of poor morose, pale
How in troubled waters one sail
How can we change this circus
Unless sincerely we will discuss
The fate or fortune of this buss
Only then we can abolish the fuss
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
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