Path

Dont want to walk
the traditional roads,
parallel pathways,
commercial tracks,
political highways.

I refuse to
labor social mammoths,
be part of the same breed,
breathe in corrupted heavens,
compromise on my deeds.

I am no slave to
elected government,
the corporal society,
self proclaimed kings,
social tranquility.

I want to mouth
futile laws,
the loaded corruption,
constitutional blemish,
the racial favoritism.

I dislike
regional prejudice,
moneyed protection,
patriotic theater,
unhealthy tradition.

Where to go,
which direction,
where is it,
path to resurrection.

poem by Fahim Sayed
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