my hair stands on end
my eyes can’t tear
when I hear
of fellow beings
with batons
sten guns
tear bombs
stand over kneeling citizen
pleading for life
as if they’re small gods
puny tyrants
serving bosses thoughtlessly, robotically
what do you call them?
can’t stand it
can’t name it.

January 5 2018


Poems for the Penniless Copyright © 2019 by Issa G Shivji. All Rights Reserved.

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