Broken Halt Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Some in shackles,
and some in fear;
Filled moments looking for a pause,
and the schemes often have a fault,
But it absorbs all:
Witness saying to victim
'There must be something wrong'.

A wave through alleys,
on rumour declared,
'Hush! Someone will hear you,
even walls have ears'
There are tales,
that are lost in past,
No one slows down,
Dust trying to settle down,
and a verdict to announce.

It eats, produces, and reproduces
Sometimes,
triggers a kill process,
for its individuals,
and then fills replacements.

They hate,
what they can't claim,
quite often they blame;
Hurt and torn,
adapt in a bizarre way,
Broken in halt,
look for a higher place,
and we keep on knocking,
Where we don't belong:
An instinct to evolve.