M S Newhadney Poems

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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