Dear Mr. Obama!
Don't belie the hopes of the ecstatic world,
When you sit on the mighty American throne;
Try to change your country into a sacred place,
Make it shine with piety, as once it shone.
I know you inherit the legacy of a devil,
Whose hands are full of ravages and blood;
Who exulted over the wails and shrieks,
Who ruined the peace like a miserable flood.
Have an intent gaze at Michelle – your wife,
When, of Iraq, Afghan and Gaza folk, you think;
Tell her ' someone will rape you in front of me' ,
Imagine her agony, and look at her horrific blink.
Cast an affectionate glance at Malia and Sasha,
Your lovely daughters of 11 and 7 years old;
Tell them ' I will be shot before your eyes ',
Then face the truth as a person- brave and bold.
Bring to your mind the images of countless houses,
Which your deadly bombs have reduced to rubble;
The mounting heaps of the dead whose life has gone,
Like a slight breeze breaks a water's tiny bubble.
Dr. Mustafa Kamal Sherwani,LL.D.
sherwanimk@yahoo.com
+91-9919777909
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