The World In Masquerade Game Poem by Adeeb AlFateh

The World In Masquerade Game



In the world

There is not barbed wire fencing of romance,
not sterility of bull story,
not indigestible speech of life

There the independence is as the multiform mind
where changing comes daily
but, as the worsen jaundiced body

There despotic reign
writes by left hand
the forehead of grave
in a little period of masquerade game

Tuesday, July 16, 2019
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