“Attachment is the great fabricator of illusions; reality can be obtained only by someone who is detached. ”
― Simone Weil



THEM people

Them people
came here yesterday
wore the biggest hats,
lived in dingy suitcase and bags,
them people
ate from black plates,
eggs, garlic, cattle or hay
them people
make love in the parks,
or in their bedrooms in the dark.
Who knows what agreements they have.
them peple
wipe their windows wrong,
them people
need to put their curtains on!
Them people
Them people
whispers travelling in the crowd,
THEM people
it grew loud,
heard from both sides,
THEM PEOPLE!
screamed in anger
cheered with pride.
Them people
have the wrong scars,
them people
shadows overlapped ours!
several lines missing,
several pages been erased.
few hands directing the crowd,
to them people
do not belong to our nail in the ground,
horror
horror
them people
are scattered all around.




Poetry by nausheen
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Written on 2017-10-03 at 13:00

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is poignant and one to make us think. Thanks for sharing it.
Ashe

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