Pawn
My back was to the wall
-when stood as a child.
My life was buried in
-power of ears, eyes
-to hear, also watch.
Many were gentle-men,
-ran and had slogan:
– “We let go of our lives,
-have written with blood
– ‘Our death or Mosaddeq! ‘”
Not yet six, I got in
-what is called: “Politics! “
Then school and the life
-travelled, back, front,
-attending many rounds.
So, I feel Caracas
-and Khartoum in Sudan,
-elections, Nigeria’s.
Haunted and hunted are
-these corpses, on ground;
-fight for them vulture, fox.
In them I see what I
-observed as small child.
The race of left and right
-for setting coup d’etat.
Inside this dirty game
– (Planned, led by US)
-abused are poor people.
Wish could save children
-who, like I, stand there
-in shiver, against wall.
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