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16/01/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The gloom stole my
Playing field,
They usurped my sunlit
They took away the
Thunder from my rain,
And the chirping birds
From the dawn.

I don’t feel the wind
Against my face,
Nor do I hallucinate
In the mid-day heat.
I don’t hear the rain hit
The ground with ardor,
Not feel the sand inching
Up my feet.

They took innocence away
From my baby girl.
They robbed my son of the
Principles I taught.
They eroded the voices of
The old with bitter vices,
Then cried the loudest when plague
And famine they brought.

The barking dogs have
Lost their concern,
Growling at strangers and
Masters alike.
Little faith they have
Now in their scent,
What else with the blurring
Of the righteous line.

We used to say that the
Poor were wise
And the rich knew only of
More treasure to be found.
I wish things were still the
Same today,
And that the evil could so
Easily be pointed out.

Siddiqui F.

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