Cork It Up
It's time we stop this game.
Which has no distinct name.
Than the already made.
Such distressful and shame.
Why don't you lower your gaze?
When you proclaiming, am a male.
Just avoid the stain.
Cos, everyone has an aim.
Why don't you stop this spade.
Which always makes the heart to blaze.
Don't forget about your ape.
Who will surely bite from the same cake.
Not even your mate.
This soo strange.
Why can't you brake this cane?
Into
RESPECT ATTAINMENTS
AIMS ACHIEVEMENTS
PERCEPTIONS STUNNING GREAT
ESSENTIALS SUPPORTING
But rather
REVOKING BLOOD RAGE
AMBITIONS SHUTTING DOWN
PUNISHING THE GUILTY
EXECUTING HUMAN RIGHT
why?
close that gate
It is a dirty way.
Don't shake
The same day
But try to make
A new base
That will sail on the lake
To spain.
That's the world's aim.
by Abdul Basit Ismail
Copyright © Abdul Basit Ismail | Year Posted 2017
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