Man is an Island of Hate
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1
Man is an island
On an urban street
Life’s traffic passes him by
Cold feet
His blanket
Quilted sorrow
His winding sheet
Palmistry
Astrology
But his bad luck
He cannot cheat
Good luck
Comes once
When he is dying
I repeat
Even death
Is ashamed
To see him
On his death beat
But death is in hurry
More souls to meet
Catch upwith misery in Iraq
Body parts Muslims
Americans unburied
Sectarian in life
Now just a casualty unclean
Killing fields that
Hate did wean
Man killed
By his own invented machine
Muslims killing Muslims
With Allah in between
Laillaha illalala
Alah ho Akbar
Empty throated words
Only a smoke screen
To kill without reason
The best of our teen
Insulting godliness
A future unseen
For such yazidiyat
There is no vaccine
If you don’t like
My human poetry
Report as obscene
For you sanctimonious
Saints of a belching society
All this is routine
After all Blogs are Truth
Truth you hate
But cant Delete
