Noahs Ark When I see the helpless plead,
My heart begins to softly bleed.
While leaders fight for fleeting power,
The innocent quietly begin to cower.
They stoke the fire of hate and fear—
Race, religion and nationality are made so clear.
They feed the masses lies and rage,
While stealing land and wealth at every stage.
They send the poor to fight and die,
While they watch from strongholds high.
They speak of honour, flags, and pride,
Then slip away and hide.
They speak in God Almighty's name,
Yet set the world alight with flame.
God made us all with equal breath—
But some now play the role of death.
Nations hoard their deadly might,
A single spark could end the night.
There are no victors in this game—
Just ash, rubble, loss, and blame.
How will it end? A fiery flood?
Not rain, but rain of blood.
There is no Noah's ark,
Where shall the downtrodden embark?
Zaki Sema |