Last laugh: A poetry piece

​We’ll laugh the last laugh,” you say

And “raise our flags high.”

Celebrating your thirst for power,

Playing a game without a winner,

Sleeping in a dream without a dreamer.

I see no smile on the youngster;

Target practicing on his brother,

Aiming at the heart of his neighbor.

Fighting for freedom you say,

Oppressing another on way.

Inflicting suicide on our fortune,

Struggling to redeem your misfortune.