The poetic convention plays on my mind
If there was a way I could find
To be a part of that majestic event
But alas the American Policy is crooked and bent
It weighs people by their culture and creed
Not by their nature nor by their deed
It has plundered innocents and evils alike
Has nurtured, hatred, intolerance and mutual dislike
Fuming and foaming its representatives speak
Showing no mercy for the sick and the meek
Is this what America stands for?
Air strikes, bombardments, annihilation and war
Polarization and intolerance to those whose faith
Is fraught with pure humility and love, nothing fake
Hypocrisy is the order at your levels too high
The nation in a paradox, can only sigh
To a land as such I dare not go
Sniffed, photographed and taken as a foe
Standing in utter nakedness, searched fibre to fibre
Any tell tale scar? Proving I am an atrocious tiger
For such a treatment, I seek your forgiveness
As I love you and mankind in all earnestness
So I refrain to attend the poetic convention
As the path offers only humiliation
It is the policy I condemn, not the nation
Whose hearts are alive, with love and affection
So read the message aloud and clear
Let the world be known and shed a tear
How an ordinary person was denied a chance
Because he bore the mark of a religious trance
dr shehzad i must say this work of yours is absolutely brilliant.....u displayed all the emotions in a clean way...something that should be admired .it protrays and reflects the feelings of sooo many people who have been subjected to humiliation.you gave out a big message and covered a whole lot of the subject.The subject is loud and clear.......and i surely hope ...it brings out the sensitivity in people that would justify its true meaning.