Public Republic Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

Being an ordinary citizen of a nation
I always faced merciless damnation
By passing through this tortuous fashion
I don't think I will have salvation

I am surrounded by merciless hounds
Hence I lost my limits and bounds
Slogans are for me with shrieking sounds
But in the process I lost my grounds

A useless instrument in the useful crown
For vested interests I am up and down
They declare themselves white, I am brown
They are the white collar and respected gown

Against me they are united and one
I am in open field under scorching sun
They play with me, like play and fun
On my cost becomes done undone

Like me this is the public plight
Against themselves they have to fight
Due to my old age and oversight
I don't know justice is black or white

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2014 Golden Glow

Note. This poem is dedicated to the poor and deprived people of the world who give authority to the selected ones and make them extraordinaory by remaining ordinary