How Small?

World wide insanity

Is death to all Humanity

We reject Divine and worship self

We store ideals high on a shelf

The past we Forget

we repeat it

again and again

In different forms and different ways

But we are the same, we never change

We all scream

“Babies are dieing in the streets”

But we're all silent

When we kill them in the womb

I ask you if their human

But you don’t really know

So you take a chance and end the life

You never ever see them grow

So is injured in the end

Whose rights are failed to defend

They have no voice

They can not speak

They have no choice

They are the “weak”

Pretentious Hero

Pretending Friend

Your battle shout  “lift up the wronged”

But you fail to defend

Who is smaller

Who is more wronged

Who can say less

Who less belonged

You see an issue

an issues is all

But in the words of the poet

"A person’s a person, no matter how small!"