Thursday, May 11, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

418
Now the time has come to arrange curse congregation,
In mosques and churches in my country, no light, no gas,
Ovens turn turtle like Troy tower, where’re United Nations?
Cruel rulers’ human rights’ violation selling body boy and lass
Where is my country youth? The defenders close the eyes,
To human rights he deceives the mass with a hideous face,
The rulers and the defenders both have made compromise,
To loot the country treasures going to utter los country pace,
Yea! Where is United Nations’ Charter of Human Rights?
Alas! Callous and cruel rulers openly human rights violate
In my country all hungry are stumbling like injured kites
O Youth! Arrange Curse Congregation, it is not your fate!

The United Nations’ silence on it,  What does it shows, tell?
The Nations go blind, deaf and dumb, turning heaven into hell