Iman Sadikeen

Rookie (1984- / Sri Lanka)

The Scorning Scarecrow - Poem by Iman Sadikeen

Upright he stands, propped
Up with a supportive cane
Attired with vanity and gentlemans clothes.
And does he consider him of superior rank?

Stuffed he be with hay
and every other refuse in land
worthy to be burnt in the rising flames
And does he not see how cheap he stands?

Sneers he at the light-chested birds
a mocking stare too at the low green grass
Looking down upon all he sees!
Does he not know him of shameful brand?

When that Day shall dawn
the twins, justice and goodness shall reign
Stand before God in equality all.
Could his attire and attitude but save the scarecrow from fall!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012



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