No Medicine, Cloths

The world shall remain As it was to cause pain Make human to suffer more And push them to feel sore We, the poets, are reporting And unequivocally equating Good with bad and nice country with curse This is turning out to be sad with remorse Somewhere big nations are in support Only because local businessmen resort To come openly in favor and provide finance It dims chance for future peace We are counting deaths Not for people taking breathe They are living in hellish atmosphere With risk to life and constant fear People suffer As comes no right kind of offer No medicines, no cloths But only suffering and deaths