Poems on ‘World’s Limited Resources’ written by our young poets.
They shed bloody tears
While facing what we fear
Starving as we cheer
They live in a burning hell
While our lives go all well
They are those poor nations
Who pays a heavy price
For our luxurious lives
Amina Nauman & Asna Niazi
8 yellow
The Cruel World
Trees are cut to be less
Now the world is a mess
People are dying in this man-made hell
We on the other hand are doing well
In their eyes, we don’t see a tear
But all we see is a growing fear
Now the world is a mess
So torture it a little less
Emaan Ali
6 Red