We Are The Cains Poem by Sk. Nurul Huda
We Are The Cains
We are the Cains and our lovely Abels are dead
They are burnt they are being blown by flying daggers,
The Abels are Hyasinths for whom we quarrel;
We are the Cains, now the Weaponed and Armed Satans
And helpless, powerless passive mass having the right to vote,
Though sometime are forced to sell by dole.
We are the Cains and we are omnipresent.
©for-Songs of 47.
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5/10/2024 4:52:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes! With the wickedness of mankind on earth today. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.