The Middle East: An Acrostic
The fire of wrath has set all things ablaze,
by A. Z. M. M. Moksedul Milon
Human things now steam up, tyrants cool down,
Earth mother cries at Ghibli’s ghastly rage.
Mice and cockroaches - all cry out for help,
In dark and dust, they see no rising sun;
Dictators are now unyielding leeches,
Day and night, they just drink the blood of earth;
Like Sphinx, they rise up again and again,
Engulfing rays of hope in their ashes.
Expatriates pay their wages of sin,
As they came to build the blessed nations;
So long as these ill-fated humans live,
They may never adore the Middle East.
Dhaka,3 March 2011