Best United Nations Poems
On the streets of lively Mumbai,
Close to the sandy Juhu,
They serve Chaat and Masala Chai,
To make your heart go Yoohooo!!
The English, Locals and Arabs!
Jews, Africans and Chinese!
Gather to the aroma of the herbs,
And to relish the Indian Cuisine!
Vending stalls have lined the route,
As the natives and tourists wander in,
Flanked by cycles, bikes and touts,
Amidst the music and the din.
This mela of colours and clothing,
Will make a rainbow look white,
travellers in town need updating,
And wear colours that are bright!
It is dusk, and it is getting dark,
the street lights are coming on,
Be warned of strangers in the park!
Hide your wallet, or they will be gone!
Watch the trash, the puddles at feet,
And the stray dogs at your shin,
At every shop a smiling greet,
“Try our food! Please step in!”
Unique, unique is this ensemble,
On the streets of sweet Mumbai,
Where petty human irks crumble,
In the stream of gastronomic joy!
See the Mexican laugh with the Texan,
Over the Goan seafood platter,
Even the Arab and Jew have taken,
A place at the table together!
The leaders at the United Nations,
Who have failed to make a deal,
Must learn from this congregation,
How problems are solved at a meal!
UN policies, treaties at the table,
Have had no effect on peace,
But sandy Juhu is ever so stable,
For people eat and mix with ease!
Let these vendors in Mumbai, Juhu,
Take the lead in creating the peace,
Let their Chai make you go Yoohoo,
And hatred in the world will cease!!
On the streets of lively Mumbai,
Close to the sandy Juhu,
They serve Chaat and Masala Chai,
To make your heart go Yoohooo!!
Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.
United Nations while the institution is divided by the languages they
Speak the food they feed on prepared by different chefs.
They proclaimed unity but wars didn't end within the jurisdiction of
Institution there is mountains of answers have been asked, but non
answerable
The institution disguised behind democracy to desecrate the innocents to
Nonsensical meetings with the hope of different approach
United Nations but dictatorship still the cultural of many countries the
Poor pay the price of emaciated bones in war torn, the ribs of children
Are the captions of the newspapers?
United Nations is institution of imagination where boiling ideas collided
Under the sycophant of being able to remove the bullets and bombs inside
Guns
I pay tribute to all those who paid their souls unwillingly to the
Senseless wars grasping the world.
When you suffer a lot
You take care of your own
1900 years on the run
without a land to call home
And now that we have one --
narrow stretch of arid ground --
Another excuse to 'Kill the Jews'
the 'united nations' have found
Virus Challenge
Cause Effect
Young Old
Rich Poor
Disease Death
Panic Peace
War Unity
Lesson Learned?
UNWRA, bury it all, soon, in the freezing tundra.
Deep-sixed, for ties to support terrorism,cowabunga!
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A Lament for Justice
They raised a flag of heaven blue
Over ashes not yet cold,
Spoke of peace with silver tongues
While selling souls for gold.
It was born from war, they said—
But did not end the wailing.
It stitched the wounds of Europe’s kings,
And left the South still bleeding.
In Congo, the rivers run red,
The earth groans with stolen veins.
A child cries out in silence—
But silence answers with chains.
In Gaza, a cradle turned to grave,
The sky forgets the sun.
The bombs fall with impunity,
And justice comes to none.
In Ukraine, the winter screams,
The soil weeps for sons.
But politics plays chess with corpses,
And dignity is undone.
The UN sits in its marble tower,
A theatre draped in shame.
Its halls echo empty speeches—
No one punished, no one blamed.
Where were you, keeper of peace,
When mothers buried hope?
When tyrants drank from power’s cup
And tied the world in rope?
You died not with a bang, but with a shrug—
A fading light, unseen.
The League of Nations whispered,
And you fulfilled its dream.
Not of unity, nor brotherhood,
But of empires cloaked in law.
Where war becomes negotiation,
And the victim bows in awe.
But now the Global South awakens—
Scars glowing like new dawns.
A justice born not of conquest,
But from wombs where truth is drawn.
A reckoning is rising
From the blood-soaked southern soil.
Where mercy won’t be bribed again,
Nor freedom bought by toil.
The United Nations is a tombstone now—
We lay flowers at its gate.
Not in honor, but in mourning,
And to witness its failed fate.