M S Newhadney

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I can see miserable men,
Putting their calloused hands
Inside huge trashcans,
Looking for their livelihood
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Dedicated to the French teacher who lost
his life for freedom of speech some days ago

Telling the truth leads to execution sometimes
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It is said almost every day and each day
My destiny depends on a special day:
3rd November 2020
When Democritus doubts not on democracy
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Hot clotted blood splashed on cold asphalt
Tortured bodies hanged from prison hanger
A sea of corpses hidden in anonymous mass grave
These are inevitable imagery of my poem
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More impressive than priest prayer
Are Tehran Troubadours under city layer
With their brown skin, black hair, blue jean
They represent fact of life neat and clean
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I don't come from the capital city
Where everything is controlled by capital
Where dominance are: alienation and air pollution.
I come from a faraway village
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Why did you leave me alone?
This is not asked just by Jesus
It may happen in many cases
A political prisoner pushed for performing execution
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Voidward, Sindark, starknell, Seraphim
Wow! Weird words woven in each other
Neither librarian nor dictionary can help
To figure them out, you have to ask him
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Every morning I wanna show a leg
But it's quarantine, I have to hit the sack
Every noon I wanna taste another glass from a keg
But it's quarantine, I have to cover the crack
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Did you hear the latest headline?
B-52 is coming to Middle East
This is the news bottom line
The best gift for thanksgiving feast
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Heading south towards the land of dream
Licking blue candy and white ice cream
Approaching eagerly to Rainbow Bridge
I noticed another rainbow in the sky
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If I kiss your lips,
the virus transmits through lipstick.
If I caress your exuberant hair,
the virus transfers through its tanglement.
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The Best Poem Of M S Newhadney

White House Simple Thinkers

I can see miserable men,
Putting their calloused hands
Inside huge trashcans,
Looking for their livelihood
In the era of covid-19: a brand new pestilence
But the White House staff cannot see what I see.

I can see juicy jugs jogging the streets slowly,
Waiting for a car horn and selling themselves to those,
Suffering from severe sex complex
But the White House staff cannot see what I see.

I can see little kids with dirty hands and face,
Running through expensive cars behind traffic lights,
Forcing drivers to buy chewing gums,
And getting some cents to go on
As Celine Dion in her song calls on
But the White House staff cannot see what I see.

They only stress on targeted sanctions
But a section in succession is not seen:
"Poverty in its most disgusting shape"

So under the name of humanity, dignity and reality
I hereby address White House staff as
White House simple thinkers
In my fantastic Dreamland
Machiavelli is staring at us from the top of Pompeo
So different from current Pompeo
And feels a sense of victory.

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