Regime Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Their vicious and brutal spider-web,
made of violence and ignorance,
serves oppression,
To rip your innocence,
corrupting your mindset,
performing suppression,
making you to choose mediocrity,
filling you with disgust,
and plans to kill the resistance.

Slogans from prison cells,
roaring for freedom;
whose here to hear them—
witnesses and victims,
What they want
'One time tea and two time bread,
A fine dine on a dead one'
Selling their crimes and lies,
hiding them in pockets.

Reformers standing up,
Revolutionaries fighting against them,
Tyrants killing them,
Mothers crying and fathers numb;
A purpose to bring justice,
making a way for wisdom—
A hideous regime making them,
To suffer.