Glorious Disobedience Poem by Mehran Sirani

Glorious Disobedience



While, he was trying to fly high,
Ugly vultures masked with smiley faces,
Wrapped in the dark square caps,
Shackled him on the ground,
With their filthy invisible wings,
Just because he loudly said no,
To their dirty secret game.
The vultures could cripple his body,
But not his mind, dignity and pride.


M. Sirani 15.9.2015

Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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