A Tyranny Historic
by Muhammad Ansarullah
Oh! men of calibre and fortune
Born to build and not to ruin
Holding all in esteem high
Saying No to frown and sigh
Move as sparkling as the stars
And rely on work for
Amity,Amnesty, Accomodation,
Truce ,Courtsy and Meditation
Alas! failed to portray peace
Making muddy every piece
Razing skies to the ground
At home infants feel unsound
Big bangs,Blasts and suffocation
Impaired organs,ugly faces,mutilation
Weeds of widows,sack cloth,ashes
Flying bones and stains and rashes
All the claims of progress,gains
In the wake of ugly pains
Are just rhapsody,rhetoric
A Tyranny Historic
