Political isms for sale
For somebody to make tale
Humanism is but a name
An echo in a crowded silence for fame
Is humanity to see?
Children wedded with misery
Sick and drunk of poverty
Refugees in their own land
Is it to make air-raids
Bomb innocent people to oblivion
And wage war against nature
To blackmail its creature?
Merchant of humanity
In black gowns
Pity rose from the world
And you preach starvation
For the destroyed nation
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