n mustafa n mustafa
Vanity - Poem by n mustafa n mustafa
they say 'we are right.'.
they say'we don't divide.'
they say'we should fight for our rights.'
who are they?
are they a bull misguided by red color?
or they are the one turning copper to gold.
is gold luring them more than the red?
and why not? they are also among us?
we say 'we are being butchered, slaughtered.'
but who is providing the sword? for cutting our throat.
its the 'i' and not the 'we'.
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