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Cries of the Innocents (Rohingya)

Inside the great

big global village

not everything is rosy

even a cat knows it

a leaf can sniff it.

The Moon shines

not in every night

nor God promised

always a blue sky.

Still the roses bloom

Cinderella has the lot

the reasons to groom.

 

The richest among the folks

turns philanthropist in the globe.

The wisest among the men

celebrate the era for it’s

the civilisation at its peak.

Hooray what now triumphs at last

is the wisdom and humanity!

 

Really? O please tell me?

Not very far, nor for much,

just because some differ in faith

mothers and fathers left in pain.

Not because they are to lose

Rohingyan sun nor the land

beneath their feet but in no time

their sons and daughters

can be put to death into fire

that too before their eyes

before the silent established world!

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Published
Mar 20, 2017
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#god#great#cry#innocents#eyes#world#civilisation#promise#global#blue
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