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 Mar 2022 May
Safana
None among them, past
UN Secretary Generals
Ever spoke on Libyan Invasion,
By US and NATO and
Syria and Iraq are included

And today I see a fox-face
on Antonio Guterres...
Just for Eukraine invasion
By Sir Putin of Russia
Palestine are not Human being
Libyans are bin to dump waste
Syrians are garbage carrier
Iraq people are garbage themselves

What Antonio Guterres shows only Eukraine People are valued human
 Feb 2022 May
My Dear Poet
When you first fail,
you learn to fear

When you fear,
you continue to fail

When you fear to fail,
you learn nothing

When you fail to fear,
you’ve learned everything.
 May 2021 May
Lizzie
Invisible
 May 2021 May
Lizzie
People have eyes but do not see,
Ears but they do not hear,
Hearts but they do not comprehend,
And I'm just a voice in the wind.
And I'm just a noise to them.
 May 2021 May
Yousra Amatullah
My hair is covered, my intellect is not.
My feet are covered, yet I'm still going places.

My ears are covered, my hearing is not.
My back is covered, yet I'm still standing.

You've imprisoned my tongue, my words will never surrender.
You've imprisoned yourself, yet I'm still trying to set you free.
 May 2021 May
My Dear Poet
These thoughts in my head
talk about me like I’m dead
“I’m here, you know!”, I say
but they keep talking away
So I scream all the louder
to get through their laughter
yet they snicker and cheer,
“Get out of here!”,
But I reply, “No!”
“It’s my mind you know!”
and I stay there instead
always in my head
 May 2021 May
My Dear Poet
Drawing little tears
I trace around lines
small oval shaped drops
I cut away from your eyes
pasting them in a scrapbook
for the hurting to see
Inviting all to look
how sorrow is set free
tear out the paper
fold into a plane
crease down the corners
and fly away the pain
 Mar 2021 May
My Dear Poet
I have a bag full of money
Filled only with paper notes
it’s not really all that heavy
Infact, It’s so light it often floats
So I’m glad I don’t carry
The weight of the rich
on my back
because life would be so scary
weighed down by a sack
I’d rather be up and airy
strung along by a balloon
Flying up like a fairy
Scattering money from the moon
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