Political Ordeal
I becomes a We in any political ordeal
Masses are ruined in any political garb
Faiths are shattered by the leaders we trusted
Innocents sacrificed in the name
Of their nation and religion
But, alas!
Homes are emptied and
Many crevices of the earth harden
With their soaked and dried blood
Cities disrobed with her little hearts
Looted, plundered migrants
The heart and the earth wail to no avail!
March 19, 2016
Contest : Political Ordeal
Sponsor : C. T.
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2016
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