We live, we die, we fall and we rise
Its life, that’s why the surprise
Some meaningless for political desire
That’s why so much petty and dire
All are not alike, Muslim or France
One frightens child the other trance
A shimmering beauty brisk coffee and eat
Marble building or roaring in the streets
Boys and girls love and feats
In France; where her implements exact,
With which she calculates, computes and
scans,
All distance, motion, magnitude, and now
Measures an atom and girds a world
Muslims in cheap, don’t have country still
For France shall bow the ruler at her will
Of riot ascends above their loftiest tower
And injury and outrage, and when night
Darkness, terror, despair and fight
Flown with insolence and divinity
Divorced from reason and not law worthy
Disease, for fleeting pleasure foul remorse
Fire, burned out babies, dust and boulder
Now in contiguous drops the flood comes
down
Avalanche, storm, drought threatening
devoted town
The potty flows onto the street in Muslim
town
Cause for pause, dust, mud, rat, shit and
shout
From the Mullah window; you have cause to
bless
The gentle stars, if you come off with piss
Did you know of Aliabad, Shindand, Shinwari
and Azizabad
See, clearly poor and rich are not alike
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