Whose Fault Is This? Poem by Aftab Alam

Come, I will show you the world of truth,
In this glamorous earth of modern sky,
Poverty is crying in darken era of youth,
A hut without light, food, water and shy,

Fingers on crime is turns to them by sleuth
Millions hut, the slum is like a heinus booth,
More than half world suffering with distribution,
Society asked them what their contribution is

Distribution of arms and ammunition like cherity,
As alms are provided, I asked why? Is it for vanity?
Who wants to be super, who is supporting terrorist?
Gun providers are the real culprit; the master terrorist

Those who are hungry and out of reach that all rest have,
What harm, If, they will became primitive and run to the cave