Rock Star Poem by Abdul Wahab

I sing, you sing too but I shall not sing
Like you, you, the king rocking blockbuster
Jumping rock star with a manipulated tune
You have spiral demand in the market cheap
and duplicate.You shout eureka, eureka as if
you got the Latest and biggest diamond, truth,
I do not have lower cased mind to spread the
hand to beg the pearl manufactured in cocktail
glass to drink to jump like a frog out of the pond
to challenge the elephant- the central bank.

Reason- logic, the captive children of your
myopic mind, your rhythm of reality Is the
unfertile arid land bereft of sound imagination
the slave of the grotesque illogical dimensions.

I know the bird, in you, the mother of great falsehood
singing the song sweetest of truth as the cage- bird sings
the sweetest songs of freedom.