SONNET 581
By JH Sayyar
Last night I fell in a fit at noonI did meet a white beard man!
Saying me “your fellows; loon
Looting your country we can;
Kill the vampire sucking blood
Of the poor; the unseen vampire
Sit on a golden throne in mud!
Burning humanity in a hell fire
Every woman, nominate a son
To kill the unseen in the mire!
Youths are mightier than a gun!
The big paw on our throat dire
Time comes to kill the Parasite
Youths; cut the head like a kite
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