Flag Of Justice

Poem By Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Mute nation, counting coffins,
Stands dazed by the pyre,
Waiting for the next victims,
To be put on pyre.

Country deaf and dumb,
Shrouded in fear, numb,
Wailing widows, children orphaned,
Flashed across the streets like lambs.

Up on a platform,
A wolf in whites, roaring,
Loudspeaker blowing,
Jai ho, jai ho, jai ho,
Nation salutes the resolute spirit.
Living race can’t wait five years,
Think and decide today.

From:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA

Comments about Flag Of Justice

it's like a huge stone heading towards those who need a hit on the head! nice poem!
Good rhyming. Oh and don't you think it's a bit unsafe to give your info out to anybody? ? ? Be careful.
Ah, politicians. Now what would we do without them? Precisely. (Please check out my poem 'Cultured' in this connection) . Cheers. Subroto
I second antonio liao............this poem should be read by all...........Good Write........
my faith believe that your poem should be published in every Library in the world...there is life in it, that needs to feel between world leaders today....so great...God bless you...10+


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