Ludovicoofficial-poems

Here aground is voice for calling nation
Each is busy in nation support works
but none is ready to help.

how peasants can struggle while leaders enjoying mood and none to look this is really stranger  arm!

The orphans rights are getting abused    
the outlookers are reacting positively that all is OK none to judge.

How leaders can still stand and huge community still on there side is it proper acts or fearful arms?

I can't stop looking but I'll ask for help if this is political way stop this mess or all of us will die with judgement..

It is a rainy night,
with the dark clouds covering the moon.
The stars fall,
so do the rest of the unknown lights in the sky.
Rings of the distant churches’ bells heard.
Owls, bats, black vultures sound,
so do the hungry wolves around the lightless downtown.

A barefoot little girl,
with unironed clothes for weeks,
beside a bakery, sits.
Her long hair untied and wetted from rain.
She awaits for the dawn,
flipping through her simple wishes like a book,
under the lightening and the thunders.
But it needs hours and hours to arrive.

Families leave the theatre in front of her,
happy and smiling.
They just finished watching a humanitarian film.
Their cars’ lights reflect in her eyes full of tears,
which are not dried yet until the dawn appears.

Stores closed all around her.
Passersby look at her and deny.
Kids looking through the car windows,
ask their parents about her.
They, too, deny so their kids do not have nightmares while asleep.

The girl just awaits the dawn,
having few dreams, hopes and some pain.
She awaits the dawn,
hopefully, her dead parents appear, again!

Mohammed Arafat
06-04-2019