To This World Of Dying Humanity
The starter was served awfully before than-
You arrived;
The end is way afar yet.
And you have already relinquished;
All your days of juvenile hopes,
And all your nights of wet dreams.
Strippers, Dancers and Hookers,
Crying,
While awake or asleep;
Money, Money and Money…
Professors, Doctors and Philosophers,
Whispering,
In the ears of their confused minds;
Money, Money and Money…
Priests, Pandits and Sheikhs,
Praying,
In the abodes of their delusional holiness;
Money, Money and Money…
Artists, Poets and Thinkers,
Talking,
To an imagery of their animated desires;
Money, Money and Money…
Revolutionists, Extremists and Politicians,
Shouting,
In the minds of the naive adolescence;
Money, Money and Money…
Hey,
Why are you saying so?
Are you out of your mind?
Are you not one of us?
Hey,
We got you;
You penniless filth,
You say things about Money;
When,
Can’t get it any more…
Before,
You were like us;
Crying, whispering, praying, talking and shouting for
Money, Money and Money…
Listen to me;
My brothers and sisters,
For I would not speak again.
I,
Who is one like you;
Is no different,
From your own flesh and blood.
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poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
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