Politics Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Politics
As ropes tighten around the arms
Words are gulped by fears
The unshaved beard of the prisoner
So voluble in its expression
Tales are already written behind closed
doors
The handcuffs clink away into the night
When you have turned off all lights
Why ask for a candle?
The blood is colouring the gravel
Only a few recoil at the sight
They decide, they write
Who lives, who dies.
The poem is profound, yes, they only know and learn to hold power, for them it is the ultimate power, they hardly care who lives and who dies. Excellent 5*
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8/29/2026 1:46:34 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
"So voluble in its expression, " thank you Nosheen!