Big Hearts On the Poor’s Shores

The world has had
Enough of oppression!

Unbearable are any more,
Hands of transgression.

We swiped too many screens
Of our ego’s imagination.

Failed:
The promise of liberation.
Unripe:
The fruits of revolution.

Defiled, the hands who raised
Slogans for nations’ destruction.

Children are crying,
Sick are yearning,
For soulful hands:
Compassionate, caring.

Every human soul,
Of every creed,
For a safe, studious life,
Have an inherent need.

True pearls are not shelved
On the opulent stores,
Rather, they are the Big Hearts
Who wash up on the Poor’s shores.

For, gold-adorned hands shall
Never fashion the human-nation.

May 2014. Edit May 2024