Who Knows Future? Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Who knows?

We cultivate hate
Take procession and lead
For people's mood to read
And count the dead

Such is our latest theory
Add to people's misery
Give them hell
And openly tell

Follow us
With trust
Else you die
Better leave the place and flee

Many areas are under fire
Old and children retire
In concentration camps
Falling in clear traps

No one knows
When wind may blow
In favor for peace
Making life at an ease