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Friday, 31 July 2015

POETRY: The Destruction


Assalamualaikum and Hello Everyone

The Destruction

A son of Adam sits down under a shady tree,sometimes becomes green and sometimes becomes gold
Looking at the blue vast sky while pondering, " This world is getting old "
Day by day, my people act like they never been told
Come down like wolves on the fold

My people; the becoming "Gods and Goddesses", are so bold !
They come into The Fold
Pretending their words are full of gold
Slaughtering people's souls with their Hands of Cold

Have they ever been told?
Those darkest deeds they tightly hold
make their dignity and pride been sold

Have they ever been told?
The Guardians are ready to cast they off from this Wold
So, be humble and merciful to the men of mold
Before the Devils beam and whisper to our ears, "Is it pretty, dear dirty Mold"

Iqbal Rosly
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