Muhammad Khurram Salim – poetry

NEVER THIS MUCH EVIL

The Russian aggressors Pretend to be like American heroes In their own right Their hatred drips Like flowing sweat And their blades and fire Stun innocents Many Ukrainians have died Many have been displaced Since foggy February And that year last year They could not call Any Russians heroes Because the invaders Only ripped and tore The Russian troops Are as far from being heroes As Earth is from the farthest stars And children weep in fear The Russians have struck And drawn blood There has never been This much evil

Muhammad Khurram Salim

IN PAIN SOME LAUGHTER

Those kids in the Ukraine They were laughing in the rain They had their toys Little cars for boys Their mothers wiped tears They were born to care Children running among ruins Loving what they were doing Those little feet And eyes to greet Saw a sky of blue They wanted to fly up to Those children of war Under the silver stars Dreamt of heaven And played again

SITTING ON OUR HANDS

THE MAN ON HIS FACE

Lying in disgrace The man on his face With his hands tied behind his back His breath gone for good A glimpse of him And a stifled scream Make it real that death Is reigning in Ukraine For all those who died Our eyes have cried We’ve clung on to hope For the others More slaughter continues Every day in the news That man reminds us Of how freedom cries The rest of the world Sits on its hands Doing nothing for Ukraine We watch the world’s suffering With no heed for woes We only like ourselves Our hearts are hardened By the harsh realities of life We can’t see beyond Our everyday cares And headaches … the stuff The devils spit at us We sit on our hands As the victims’ hands burn We protect our hands As they have theirs mangled One day we will sit up And take notice When our skies will signal The invasion of evil