Mujeeb Jaihoon paints a stark contrast between the aggressors’ brutality and the innocence of the oppressed.
Manned and unmanned,
Bombed and battered,
By their brutal intelligence,
And our innocent ignorance.
Foes’ motives appear clear,
Folks’ games, though, are queer.
Deceived by our leaders,
Distracted by their leeches,
We have nothing left,
Save our sorry plight.
Oct 09 2024
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