Did an earthquake strike the capital?

a poem by R.A. Jacob

Or a tornado just visited this land

Why are people living in tin sheds?

I simply can’t understand.

These people weren’t rocked by an earthquake

Nor tornado tarnished their land

They are victims of a cruel economy

So hence in slums, they land.

Victims of calamities

Have pity of some

Lo for victims of urbanization

No never, not even once.

They remind me of nomads

Who moves from land to land?

Yet their own possessions

To a mere decimal stand.

When an earthquake or tornado

Shakes or tarnishes a land

The world wakes from its slumber

And as a guardian angel stands.

Yet for slum dwellers

For them, it sleeps

She has plugged her ears

It can’t hear them shriek.

These are topics of Newspapers

These are an inspiration for pen

That’s used by poets

Just now and then.