Flood in Pakistan

The boy came home covered in mud and burning heat
Dressed in rags,he shouted"Do we have something to eat?"
A young barefoot lady came from the field
It's about time, we'll have the crop yield
The boy made a face and said "I'm hungry and hot, why doesn't it rain!"
Patience my child, I hope it rains but so much that it sweeps away our place
The widow looked up at the sky and cried
I hope my child your future is bright
I'm not asking for more just a little less pain
Hoping the tyrants would not let my efforts in vain
Harvesting the crop she came back
Glowing with happiness she made way to make soup
Mama ! The child cried they've taken our harvest
Oh no! She cried I've nothing else to invest

She ran but all in vain, her efforts went down the drain

Kiyamat would tell itself why kiyamat is necessary
The rains showered so heavily that it shook the human entirety
Traveling across the paths of Sindh, I came across a local village
Nothing but water in view as if there was no village
People stranded on edge , as if on the ocean bank
Reaching there I handed over the donations to them
A cute little boy dressed in rags said"can I have another one for my mama?"
"Of course you can! But where is she?" I said
The boy giggled and took a huge bite from the bread"people say she's dead, but she's just in the water"
"Please give me the bread!" The boy said with a laughter
Who's gonna tell him ,he lost it all, a flood that took it all
But what if it was to wash away the sins of some
Because nothing is heavier than tyrants on earth
But why do the innocent suffer the most
Because kiyamat would tell itself why kiyamat is necessary