CAGED HUMAN

The power that hauls the right of “MINORITIES”
And steer clear of “MINORITIES”
Wandering like dog’s for priority
Pupil of authorities gaze cruel
Giving no value of even ‘fuel’;
Tutelage as street-dog’s
By hurling ceasless stones
Not even worth damn for ‘tone’
Inadvertently grown whisker led
the way to demise
No wonder one’s “NAME” turns
as executioner;
And never as a resolutioner
Eventually, when the rope ties up;
His legs cleaved up
Head hanging on rope
“MINORITIES” still doped
Still tripping by foot
And crushed as soot

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                                    -    ABDULLA AKHNAS VT