7th May, 2024:

I gaze
At the mangled
City of Gaza.

I marvell
At the meanness
Of our humanity.

8th May, 2024:

In the posh state houses,
The politicians
Prostrate to Satan.

On the battlefields,
Brainwashed fighters
Flex their weapon skills.

At the refugee camps,
The rest of humanity
Huddle together in hunger.

9th May, 2024:

The Stealing squad
Say to the smiling Satan,
"We salute you sir
For this opportunity to steal".

They scurry to the sanctum
Where the national safe is kept.

Sound
Of safe break
Echoes.

10th May, 2024:

Ahhh!
This smell
Of sumptuous petro-dollar stew
By hijab robed cooks.

No wonder we now kiss
The hideous foreheads
Of hammer holding hoodlums.

20th May, 2024:

'Tis a day of mourning
For the unholy warriors.

The enabler
Of unholy wars
Buried
In the blizzard.

Sane society heaves
A temporary sigh of relief.

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