ARROGANT PRIDE

ARROGANT PRIDE


O Pride, what a mental blight!
Truly a scourge you are,
Causing tremors in the world
Across lands and seas far.

Verily it has been said
That pride doth have a fall.
Those who rise above the skies
Will be made to feel small.

Some fire rockets from the skies
On desolate mud huts,
And prod naked jailed soldiers
With hot cigarette butts.

One generation onwards,
From those shanties will sprout
Jehadis who were children
When rockets did fall out.

Truly was it said by Him,
The meek will rule the earth.
Those who kill the innocents
Will not have joy and mirth.


• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format


M C Gupta
2 April 2007