Prison
Invisible shackles,
Untouchable burden;
Silent noises,
Unseeable vision.
Am I in a prison?
Or left stranded under a shade?
From fruit of my poison,
Of all efforts that were made.
Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
Listen and remember!
My rights are your rights,
Your failure is my countdown;
Everybody shares the same colors,
Greyish black and white stripes.
Copyright © Luqman Samin | Year Posted 2021
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