A Torn World
Dying starving kids in the streets of Calcutta.
Lepers, faceless and worthless pieces of flesh,
kicked and tossed in the nearest cesspool.
Low caste Hindus hated and harried from the Ganges.
Women raped in the streets of South Africa.
Their bloody torn panties---flags of rapist victory.
Tribal warfare, shooting each other for no reason.
Mutilation and torture in their hot sweaty cells.
Faces slashed by muggers’ knives on London tube.
Reckless thugs on Brixton side killing to get some change.
Beggars punched black and blue, left to rot in East End's slums.
While politicians sing tunes of law and order at Westminster.
Old freezing tramp seeks shelter in warm sty.
Jailed for break and enter, slowly dying.
Who cares, the law must be seen to do justice,
Our judges say as they hold a minute of silence for dead soldiers!
Let's bash these Jews and brown-black bastards in their chants of racial hatred,
Echoing in European and American streets, kill em to preserve their purity.
Their whiteness and Aryan image mustn't be poisoned by these animals.
Then the killing and slicing begin in the dark corners of the metropolis.
Fighting in Israel, the Middle East and Afghanistan is man's thrill,
as a flood of blood soaks the war-torn lands and they smile
at wasted lives to hail a religion and a useless cause.
Wars created by man for fun and games but we're the pawns!
Oh God when will the angry ravage and savage evil of man stop?
When will our children be able to run in golden fruit scented fields?
Drink cow’s pure milk and crunch crusty bread reaped from the land of wheat.
When will human suffering end and life of love and peace with God prevail?
Copyright © Raj Napal | Year Posted 2016
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