Unlawfully Ending Poem by Noorie Ali

We think we’ve the whole world in our soft fist.
While we grip and play the grain’s of saintly sand in our
Two whole hands.

We talk as if gossip was a rule,
The kind of speaking language.

We take no chances or time out.
While seeing poverty scatter
Like flake’s of entity.

Engorging, like us owners own the rainforests
With, the pale moon above ground.
While that floor, is the judge of all our nature?

We break rules, shading out the love of needy
Lilly’s.

While we overlook, the venerable souls of innocence

We play games with brothers, and sister of naivety.
We shower tears from them like an on-going battle.
Stood silently they Side the comment.

We guide the good to wrong, like depth reaching the stars.
Shameless eyes rolling in disguise lies upon lies

Wed like a change but nobody ever tries
The breeze is roaring cold and cries.
The flowers slump with the chilly painful frown.

Down we breathe, in a material universe.
The wind cannot, now be reversed.
The tensions we gather of unkindness
Burning, a burn.

The eyes, which be rowdy.
With the wool covering
Facts.

The youth. stealing.
So much killing
Vainly jailing.

Ask you’re self-why?