Shackled

We are shackled by the devils and nobodies,
Yes, our pulling and pushing can not help.
The real pushes enter the system of penalties,
Slaves join and nightly the internal talk begins.

Reality is the drawing of death with a weapon,
Tight control must be made of them, the sinners;
How did gaining be a prosperity of the devil
When people suck on the ice-cream of heaven?

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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