Sellers of Pen
Anwar Ul Haque
For little money they sell the pen
Worse than animals; are these men!
Hide the truth and propagate falsehood
It was better if they were dog or a hen
Eyes closed, lips tight
Impotent, can not pick a fight
Against the global might
In complete prostration with delight
Chains in necks; so stiff
A wall in front and a wall behind
With dizzy head, full of mischief
Canít think clearly, path canít find
Intellects; so called, a disgrace
Dark souls, walking dead bodies
Arrogant idiots, ugly face
Puppets and puppies personifies
Canít listen, see and utter truth
Could be anything but alive!
No more than a sales booth
Selling fabrications, blatant lies
Acting like monkey, talking like parrot
Slaves of greed and unquenchable lust
Rotten rat or a copy cat at best!
Heart full of rust, mind full of dust!