I had a few friends,
Having modern trends,
Sacrificing with bends
Always ready for the mends,
A broad outlook,
Like showers of a brook,
Like verses of a book,
That attracted and shook,
Everyone they met,
And the hearts to let,
All eyes were set,
And their eyes like a net,
Made a room and place,
With appeal and grace,
Won an smiling face,
Having beauty and glace,
And they convinced when they talked,
Were followed when they walked,
And the thoughts they stacked,
They had nicely racked,
Poets were we all,
They were large and tall,
It was me the small,
In the shining hall,
The hall of fame,
Although had my name,
Far behind in the game,
I deserved the same,
Then I wrote a line,
On Gaza, Palestine,
For the feelings of mine,
Am I in quarantine?
I may lose everything,
Knocked out in the ring,
I may lose a wing
Shall continue to sing,
For Gaza and others,
Anyone who suffers,
Shall not hide in buffers,
I condemn the butchers.
Akhtar Jawad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gaza-i-condemn-the-butchers/
