Respect – K. B



Days go by without respect
Clad as a hobo
Poetry helps me out,
The song of seasons….

Days go by without respect
There’s a room in my house
Where I lay,
Eyes wide shut
And curtains drawn…
I got a paralysed mind
And a weak heart
But no one goes by…
Only the seasons…
And the wind from Allah.
They’ve taken my books
Away, controlled my money,
And throw bread through the door…
If I protest, they start nagging at me
Until I’m too tired to fight.
Days go by, and I ain’t seen no
Respect come by…


K. B


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