Whose Fault Is This?

Come, I will show you the world of truth, In this glamorous earth of modern sky, Poverty is crying in darken era of youth, A hut without light, food, water and shy, Fingers on crime is turns to them by sleuth Millions hut, the slum is like a heinus booth, More than half world suffering with distribution, Society asked them what their contribution is Distribution of arms and ammunition like cherity, As alms are provided, I asked why? Is it for vanity? Who wants to be super, who is supporting terrorist? Gun providers are the real culprit; the master terrorist Those who are hungry and out of reach that all rest have, What harm, If, they will became primitive and run to the cave