The Chair

How strong is your faith, In these Race days of Religions? Do you believe in the righteous one, The “divine” who exists in everyone? Tragically, the world has turned into a fireplace… Forlornly now; there is rage in every face. Obsession with destructions, Happy when lives are lost, Don’t care what the world has to say Oh, these beasts would never stop! Don't think beyond their narrow view, Don't care about me and you, Even though it's us who always bear the cost. Military suicides, welcome to the mass grave, Humanity’s genocide, born to die as slaves. All the talks in the peace process Rolls on without effects, They preach about justice Holding guns into our faces. Wonder what's it gonna be, revolution, peace Or the devour of the dead? Or maybe, the feast of Nuclear instead!! Politics and economics, And all the mockery of democracy, With blood dripping down from every horizon History writes the legacy. Dirty claws of the war Ripped our souls apart, Fake complications of the dirty politics, Won't give peace a chance to work. Double faced dirty leaders, Just opposite they way they appear, Lives on the corruption Aided by pet criminal and the liar. Diabolically wrap up the whole world With their cruelest of intentions, Just to be on the CHAIR!!! (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.