Nobel on literature and poetry

Nobel on literature and poetry 

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Still there are sufferings yet to unveil,

It's Premature to give me the highest achievement award, Nobel

What is there in prizes, cash or dimond,

My pen is still secrating not ink but children's and women's, inhuman blood

Thesis and antithesis testified in labs,

Killers of day lights, again and again democratically victorious 

With minerals of mines, hands are dirty, stomachs are empty,

Crowns are signing with blood mongers' property

From a Nobel lucrate, It's a warning,

Don't give Nobel, humanity is still brutally suffering, Alas it's a politics to stop writing.