The Waste Land Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
The Waste Land
We do not know where we live now.
No difference we see between man and cow,
And between Satan and angel.
We do not know if we are on earth or in hell.
Here darkness is brighter than light.
Here wrong is preferable to right.
Here love is hated, hatred is admired.
Here people are now tired
Of religion, truth and justice.
Here is no peace.
So apt in today's climate, where wrongs have the preference over what is known to be right... A fitting ode to today... A record for tomorrow, where maybe even these concerns won't be felt as dark could in certain corners. Just be the norm... Bravo. Karen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 2:45:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That's the world we currently live in, no matter how much we pray against so many bad things sorounding us... By day the evil spread scatterly amongst every generation.. And by each day, tears flow and pain shouts out loud.... Nice reflection of the world Sir Sayeed The_African_Son
A very wise comment. Thanks.