My world is lovable <br /> like yours <br /> <br /> <br /> yet I have no arguments <br /> To justify that <br /> You are insane <br /> and treacherous <br /> when you bomb my kids <br /> And blast my dreams <br /> <br /> I am not complaining <br /> To you <br /> or anybody <br /> <br /> I know <br /> You are riding a difficult horse <br /> For reasons other than pleasure <br /> Or service <br /> <br /> I know you are there <br /> Like always <br /> I also know <br /> Pablo Neruda is not dead <br /> <br /> Neither in Iraq <br /> Nor in America <br /> or where silence reigns <br /> like a pre-historic landscape <br /> of all <br /> and nobody<br /><br />Bhartendu Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/difficult-times/
