THE FORGOTTEN GAZA.

THE FORGOTTEN GAZA.

 

The infants born in deadly camps:

And there a girl and a woman will have an abusive existence,

Their unitary sounds of desperation cannot be heard,

As countries are busy in manufacturing weapons,

To be given to war loving leaders to utilise,

Up against those who have not taken a proper meal in days,

And will have to eat more threats and less breads,

Anyhow their precious lives are temporarily on hold,

Waiting to be consumed either by gun or starvation,

Of course, mentioned must be made about traumatic repercussions!

 

the relentless chaser and the choiceless chased:

Indulge in killing and getting killed in the name of heavenly father,

The omnipotent has been positioned in a murderous meditation to spectate.

The game of the rifle commotions and baffled emotions,

Being undergone by the weak, naive and the voiceless,

Are left unseen, uncared and unheard,

Across the globe being cursed to be a digitized mob,

They eat, drink and have a reproductive fun,

Don’t wish to stop a minute for their fellowmen,

Will have nothing left to their conscience to be a human!

 

The mankind confined in and around the ceasefire:

Have wept over plenty and their pain cannot be concluded by a treaty,

Have rented genocide from those who were racially hunted,

The tyrannic oppression is aiding the Israelis to produce satanic repression,

With the lessons of the past, a prison of nation is built,

The unarmed is attacked and that is not at all regretted,

Amenities are prohibited and the humanity is getting molested,

To attain a complete extinction, the women are viciously targeted,

Through such disheartening manner, the rightest rulers will continue to be fame,

Alas! their kith and kin across have become calm over the brutal storm!

 

Until the warehouses of weapons go empty:

Even the peacemakers will observe a bloodsucking silence,

The intellectuals Will engage in promoting brilliance,

On media to make reals and bake trolls will work several Millians,

Cannot even copy/paste to express solidarity,

Exist at the dawn of hopeless and faithless scarcity,

To revive them in quantity, we have values found in rarity,

If a vindictive massacre cannot move, what is there for humanity,

At the distribution of water, food, and napkins don’t exhibit an unrefined enmity,

Not a fatal science but subtle art is needed to this anthropic purity!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran.