The  Bloodbath in Myanmar

By:  Maqsood  Jafri

The Burmese are the followers of Great Buddha.

The Price of Peace felt pain on the human plight.

The sane and sacred soul in a glorious flight

Surpassed all the high peaked mounds of pernicious

Prides and prejudices that take fools to deadly fight.

Alas; his followers have become hunting hounds.

The babes were burned alive and the ladies molested.

The peace loving message of Buddha is trampled.

The docile and defenseless Muslims are cut like

Carrots and cabbages. The blood shed like water.

Have they forgotten the days when slaughtered

With the swords and spears of Hindu hard liners?

The wars waged in the name of cult must we condemn.

The fanatic rulers have closed their eyes on the killings

Of the petals who spread the scent of cordiality around.

We have to build the castle of peace on the ground sound.

Where is the UNO and the so called champions of peace?

Come forward to end the war between Turkey and Greece.

The dead conscious of the world must wake and we

Will have to sever the hand that strangulates my plea.