thesilkroadtoday
From across the Atlantic you dragged men
And women with your eyes set on profit
And deaf to the warnings of the prophet
Who projected your deeds to be the omen
Of this treacherous road through which you drive
Our world that’s asking for nothing but peace
Not your war mongering business out to fleece
And leave my country people in a hive
As you believe, bee stings to be our bane
Yet, we with vigor would we overran
Both you and the madness whose flames you fan
With skewed vision that it would never rain
Knowing not we make our rain and sunshine
For our resolve is chained to the divine.
Happy World Writers Day 2026!
