Power of Force ~ the Worst Enemy of Humanity
Misbah enjoys poetry and loves to convey the messages of Love through her poems.
Humanity is my race, love is my religion and peace is my weapon.
Greed, wealth, depravity, and filth...
Crazy, insidious notions are held captive.
Love's perversion, blind desire, and
The false trial of executioners
You can't stand the fragrance of money.
The path leads to the abyss's edge.
Minds that are veiled in darkness.
We consider ourselves to be kings,
No doubt in saying, the kings of crime.
We do not respect God, and
Do not learn from the lessons taught.
For us, humanity is a toy, we can easily play with and burst.
We imagine to be kings beneath the tears of the sky, and
The groans of the Earth.
We desecrate, crucify saints, and purchase respect and love.
Pride diluted the blood, and humanity is only a myth for us
We make fun of the weak and spit on valor and honor.
We stroll over the bodies and don't notice any casualties.
Hearts poisoned, rotten souls.
Poison and crime are two words that come to mind
Who will pull the trigger next?
We created our own hell on Earth.
The thirst for power destroyed the temple,
And eclipsed the eyes.
We all imagine we are monarchs,
Under the tears of the sky, and
The groans of the Earth.
For peace to reign on Earth, humans must evolve into new beings who have learned to see the whole first. ― Immanuel Kant
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