The Reality Of My World

(This is the poem which i wrote in extreme emotional distress and depression. i wrote it a while back when Pakistan was going through the most difficult of its times. now it's been almost three years since i wrote it and still the situation remains same!)

in every corner and in every street
i find people besieged with deceit
dreaming of world beyond their reach
and travelling a journey entirely bleak

in every corner and in every street
i find people fighting on creed
killing for a lame prestige
willfully drinking the devil's mead

in every corner and in every street
i see hunger and suffering reign
privileged not caring to pay a heed
to dying people and humanity bleed

in every corner and in every street
i see a carnival of broken dream(s)
people wailing for their basic need(s)
and for their survival to the richer plead

in every corner and in every street
i see the preachers witty preach
wrapped in pure religious sheet
is a bewildering mean streak

in every corner and in every street
i see a game of snatch and stealth
the power wheel which only treads
by usurping rights of the weak

in every corner and in every street
i see the poor buried beneath
the load of hunger and of need
struggling to heave through barren heath

in every corner and in every street
i wander and i wildly seek
yet i find not a single being
willing to redeem their self esteem

(By Sarah Fatima)