Sunday, June 30, 2013

Street Pain As Seen Through a Poets Eye



every time
he shoots
a picture
a part
of him
dies
oh heavens
tell me
are there
muslim
beggars
in paradise
living happily
without begging
comfortably nice
because on earth
they were treated
like flies ..by their
own people they
paid a price
sorrow is
name of
humility
in disguise
the silent
screams
the sobs
the sighs
hidden faces
hidden eyes

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