Mosquitoes in trouble

a poem by R.A.Jacob 

Mosquitoes in trouble,

There is threat to their lives,

Blood of human's

Has turned out to be wild.

They are human in form,

They are in human in deeds,

They have turned out to be animals,

Too wild to feed,

Mosquitoes are in trouble,

Least they to may imbibe,

The vice of society,

 Which are too wild.

  

They fear communalism,

May break their back,

Insect repellent and DDT,

They can simply sack.

Blood has turned out to be precious,

Too precious to be found,

Mostly in humans now demons abound,

Mostly in humans now demons abound.

Who made that Silly camera

 Who made that Silly camera,

It sees what it  should not see,

Everyone is afraid of it,

It never hears our plea. 

Who made it, who made it,

Just tell me for sure,

You have robbed the people,

Who portray themselves to be pure.

You robbed the robed,

Like a mirror, you are for sure,

Yet you record and keep in store,

That makes you concrete all the more.

Please don't rob the world,

Of all who boast to be pure,

Or we will have nobody to boast,

Or we will have nobody to boast.

The Word is clear and true,

All have turned from the Lord,

No not even one seeketh Him,

All have turned from the Lord.