المظلوم Poem by أحمد مطر
المظلوم
جلـدُ حِـذائي يابِسٌ
بطـنُ حِـذائي ضيّـقٌ
لـونُ حِـذائي قاتِـمْ
أشعُـرُ بي كأنّني ألبَسُ قلبَ الحاكِـمْ
يعلـو صـريرُ كعْبـِهِ
قُلْ غيرَها يا ظالِـمْ
ليسَ لِهـذا الشيءِ قلـبٌ مطلَقـاً
أمّا أنـا.. فليسَ لي جرائـمْ
بأيِّ شِـرعَـةٍ إذَنْ
يُمـدَحُ باسمـي
وَأنَـا أستقبِلُ الشّتائِـمْ ؟
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