Oh the World Not Be Late

By S.M.A. Faiz*

Every day every moment
Whether it’s a day or a night
Every time there is a torrent
Of dolent plight;
So many people so many poor little waifs
Under the bombs the shells and the strafes.

Every place is now a doomsday
But still we keep still
And hitherto fifty thousand they dared to slay
But still the killers are keen to kill;
Why not we make a move
To be in every way in the groove?

Oh the world not be late
But in the best way if you please disapprove
Don’t assist the killers and don’t abet
But right away make a move;
And right now bring into force
What I trust is your “moral mores.”

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.