Lock & Key Poem by Rahman Henry

Forgive me, Egypt,
Just notice:
At the end, what a tragic state of lock & key industries!

From wooden lock-system
It didn't take less centuries
To reach the style of SamuelSigal or Robert Baron

In the background of the Bay of Bengal,
Suddenly stopped: lock factories;
Now the lock & key repairers are
Making sound of Jhunjhuni on the streets
Hanging key bunches at the doors of locality— for free of cost
But locks & keys are untraced with industries

Security— getting hacked, missing passwords.
May be the existance of Alien is not a fact; but
Can the pure and semi-concentration Camps
Certitudely ensure our natural death?

Special Note:
Please, Forgive me, Egypt,
Four millennia ago, in the white desert of Farafra,
I preserved mummy of some lockers, only for you...