The Un Rides On Human Skeletons
The UN Rides on Human Skeletons
By
Muhammad Nasrullah Khan
The UN’s representatives
Suited in beautiful attire
Torchbearers of justice
Warriors against poverty
They strut before cameras
Magic bags in hands,
Walking, heads bowed
Carrying weight of the planet.
They ponder destiny of the bleeding earth
Sitting on cozy chairs
The Secretary General pushes peace
Promising of better days.
Far from the cameras
Missing limbs
Pay the Cost of War
Leaving behind hungry orphaned children
Suffering unending grief.
In the name of patriotism
Young soldiers, torn from family
Their eyes like kittens
Separated from mother
They sleep in ditches dug in mud
They kill the enemy during the day
And see the dead, dancing and laughing at night.
Guilt cripples them more than battle
In the loneliness these “brave” men
Curse the curses their generals spat at the enemy.
Peace
This promise rides on human skeletons
So absurd, amid a stretch of war.
Eight-year old Olena lies in a Ukraine hospital
The sun colors her dolls
Left in a broken pieces of home
Her burnt body, an unread page of her cut-short life
What worth is the UNO to her?
She never chanced at hello
Could only say goodbye.
News cameras in Afghanistan,
An old man rasping with languid lungs
Buries his young son
Wiped-Out
Because he was a singer
UNO charter sings
Peace, dignity, and equality
On a healthy planet.
The blue wrecked ship sinks
Peace mocks through shattered spars
Sleeping on flowery mats
The Security Council dreams
Another amazing sermon
Preaching peace to the world-wide family
Discovering love in human DNA.
Copyright © Muhammad Nasrullah Khan | Year Posted 2022
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