HOW CAN THE DEFINATION OF HERE BE THIS LONG. READ THIS PEOM AND SEE HOW THIS POET DEFINED "HERE".

HERE

Here is a place,
Where the broad day is called night,
Where the left limb is called right,
Not because we have defected sight,
But we pretended not to see the right.
Here is a place,
Where the dictators are leaders,
Where severe poverty has pulled the trigger,
Where people eat birds of immature feather,
Where children are deprived of better weather,
Because of the greediness of our tyrant leaders.
Here is a place,
Where hunger makes us angry,
Where major have no room,
While minor build mansions,
Where one’s son,
Becomes another man’s son.
Here is a place,
Where father becomes mother,
Due to poverty he can’t run the house any further,
Where able pretend limp,
Just to get something for their deprived lips,
Where we sell our future with our tender thumb,
Just to put something into our famished mouth.
Here is a place,
Where we have mouth but cannot talk,
Yet we perceive the pong,
Of minor depriving major:
They give out minor and seize major.
Here is a place,
Where democracy is what we talk,
But we can’t practice,
Where workers have little or none,
And the lazy have it all.
Here is a place,
Where you steal one meal and get drown,
But siphon the nation’s food and go untouched,
Where our clothes are injustice,
While our rags are made of just,
Where corruption is our friend,
But integrity we unfriend.
Here is a place,
Where farmers want to fish,
Where hunters want to teach,
Where anus want to eat,
Not just food but the best of it,
Where all want to lead,
Even the pigs want pearl beads.
Where is here?
Here is here,
Here is there,
Here is that home,
Here is that state,
Here is that country,
Here is that fatherland,
Here is every land,
Where injustice makes their head,
Their body embroidered with kleptomaniac hands,
And their hearts are corrupted,
And that place is here!

(C) Poet HYBRID.