Confused at this very crossroad
I held my cheeks high in dismay
After a glimpse of new looks
Of mean skinny milk-less goats
Escorted by caravan of white-turbaned sheep
Grazing everywhere, producing none
I speak and say daringly right
Right here and there, without fear
That what I see may only be a tip
Of the foreseen monstrous iceberg
In the deep, darkly painted sea
With premature waves of inequity
In absolute absence of justice
I am humbled by truth of wisdom
That pride comes before a fall
I struggle with my harmless pen
That jots down nothing but nobility
To achieve a lasting piece of mind
Full of promising peace for all
Yussuf Muktar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fighting-inequity/
