A woman sitting in the corner of a broken hut,
With her four kids around,
Her empty stomach makes the sound of bubbling,
A mourning music on the death of humanity,
An emptiness runs through her veins,
Emptiness of deprivation,
She is being deprived of something,
Which is must to keep her alive,
She comes on the street,
Full of the sounds of vehicles,
Her own voice is lost in this clamour,
She clings her children and cries in pain,
'Help, somebody help',
But no one takes pain to behold this sight,
She stops at a door and peeps
Through the window to beg something,
To have control over her skipping breath,
But to her amazement,
Doggies are being fed with milk and roasted meat,
Her heart chokes,
She fell down on the street,
A speeding vehicle crushes them to death.
There was a headline in the newspaper,
'A woman is crushed to death with her four children.'
And below the news, there was another 'Twenty thousand tons of wheat spoils in the
government go downs.'
Mohammad Akmal Nazir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-headlines/
