September On Jessore Road

[Walking Death]

It's a awesome poem really touching hope you guys will like it worth reading


Millions of bables watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore road - long bamboo huts
Noplace to ¤¤¤¤ but sand channel ruts


Millions of fathers in rain
Millions of mothers in pain
Millions of brothers in woe
Millions of sisters nowhere to go


One million aunts are dying in the mud
One million uncles lamenting the dead
Grandfather millions homeless and sad
Grandmother millions silently mad


Millions of daughters walk in the mud
Millions of children wash in the flood
A millions of girls vomit and groan
Millions of families hopless alone


Millions of souls Nineteenseventyone
Homeless on Jessore road under grey sun
A million are dead,the millions who can
Walk toward calcutta from East pakistan


Taxi september along Jessore road
Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load
Past watery fields thru rain flodd ruts
Dung cakes on treetrunks,plastic-roof huts


Wet processions families walk
Stunted boys big heads don't talk
Looked bony skulls & silent round eyes
Straving black small food since they settled there


Mothers squats weeping and points to her sons
Standing thin legged like elderly nuns
Small bodied hands to their mouths in prayer
Five months small food since they settled there


On one floor mat with a small empty pot
Father lifts up his hands at their lot
Tears come to their mother's eye
Pain makes mother Maya cry


Two children together in palmroof shade
Stare at me no word is said
Rice ration,lentils one time a week
Milk powder for weary infants meek


No vegetables money work for the man
Rice lasts four days eat while they can
Then children starve three days in a row
and vomit their next food unless they eat slow


On Jessore road mother wept at my knees
Bengali tongue cried mister please
Identity card torn up on the floor
Husband still waits at camp door


Baby at play i was watching the flood
Now they won't give us any more food
They pieces are here in my celluoid purse
Innocent baby play our death curse


Two policemen surrounded by thousands of boys
Crowded waiting their daily bread joys
Carry big whistles & long bamboo sticks
To whack them in line they play hungry tricks


Breaking the line and jumping in front
Into the circle sneakes one skinny runt
Two brothers dance forward on the mud stage
The guard blow their whistles & chase them in rage


Why are these infants massed in this place
Laughing in play & pushing for space
Why do they wait here so cheerful & bread
Why this is the house where they give children bread


The man in the bread door cries & comes out
Thousands of boys & girls take up his shout
Is it joy? "No more bread today"
Thousands of children at once scream Horray!


Run home to tents where elders await
Messenger children with bread from the state
No bread more today! & no place to squat
Painful baby, sick ¤¤¤¤ he has got


Malnutrition skulls thousands for months
Dysentry drains bowels all at once
Nurse shows disease card Enterostrep
Suspersion is wanting or else chlorostrep


Refugee camps in hospital shacks
Newborn lay naked on mother's thin lap
Monkeysized week old rhumatic babe eye
Gastroenteritis blood poisning thousands die


Semptember Jessore road rickshaw
50,000 souls in one camp i saw
Rows of bamboo huts in the field
Open drains & wet families waiting for food


Border trucks flooded, food cant get past
American angel machine please come fast!
Where is Ambassador Bunker today?
Are his helios machinegunning children at play?


Where are the helicopters of U.S. AID?
Smuggling dope in Bankok's green shade
Where is American's Air fore of light?
Bombing North loas all day and all night?


Wherer are the president's armies of gold?
Billionaire navies merciful bold?
Bringing up medicine food and relief?
Napalming north viet nam and causing more grief?


Where are our tears who weeps for this pain?
Where can these families go in the rain?
Jessore road's children close their big eyes
Where will we sleep when our fathers dies?


Whom shall we pray to for rice and for care?
Who can bring bread to this ¤¤¤¤ flood foul'd lair?
Millions of children alone in the rain!
Miliions of children weeping in the pain!


Ring O ye tongues of the world for their woe
Ring out ye voices for love we don't know
Ring out ye bells of electroncal pain
Ring in the conscious American brain


How many children are we who are lost
Whose are these daughters we see turn to ghost?
What are our souls that we have lost care
Ring out ye musics and weep if you dare


Cries in the mud by teh thatch'd house sand drain
Sleeps in huge pipes in the wet ¤¤¤¤-field rain
Waits by the pump well, woe to the wordl!
Whose children still starve in their mother's arms curles


Is this what i did to myself in the past?
What shall i do Sunil poet i asked?
Move on and leave them without and coins?
What should i care for the love of my loins?


What i should we care for our cities and cars?
What shall we buy with our food Stamps on Mars?
How many millions sit down in New York
& sup this night's table on bone & roast pork?


How many millions beer cans are tossed
In Oceans of MOther? How much does she cost?
Cigar gasolines and asphalt car dreams
Stinking the world and dimming star beams


Finish the war in your breast with a sigh
Come taste the tears in your own human eye
Pity us millions of phantoms you see
Starved in Samsara on Plnet TV


How many millions of children die more
Before our GOod mothers perceive the Great Lord?
How many good fathers pay tax to rebuild
Armed forces that boast the children they've killed?


How many souls walk through Maya in pain
How many babes in illusory rain?
How many families hollow eyed lost?
How many grandmothers turning to ghost?


How many loves who never get bread?
How many Aunts with holes in their head?
How many sisters skulls on the ground?
How many grandfathers make no more sound?


How many fathers in woe?
How many sons nowhere to go?
How many daughters nothing to eat?
How many uncles with swollen Sick feet?


Millions of babies in pain
Millions of mothers in rain
Millions of brothers in woe
Millions of children nowhere to go

[Uchiha Obito]

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[Sad1d]

nice poem , who made it ?

[Walking Death]

Allen Ginsberg wrote this poem after seeing the horrifying scenes of 71.

[HeaVen^sTEar™]

really a nice poem........

[Walking Death]

not nice a really ¤¤¤¤ing awesome blow me down

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