Where Humanities Are Crying Poem by Nurul Hoque

There are no birds for singing in the morn
Flowers are outside nothing's bloom
Looked all fade, none is newly born
Everywhere sees unrest and gloom

Those who want to utter something true
Fire comes down from the burning sky
Hottest water's are sprayed on slaves or crew
Humanity is cooked to crave as species fry

What we lost ever sometimes I thought
But have no voices to expressed these
We are dancing with pleasure what we got
Many of us been given them as ever lease

Humanity is captive yet human go on ahead
we're alive as evils but our souls really dead