To Whose Glory?

A state of mind.

To whose glory, if I may ask, Is it the war you sent me without weapon?

Just with an empty lonely hand of unbroken shackles

What is it you derive from my pains?

Why is my joy your sorrow?

Why should our cry be listened to by the old sleeping deaf man?

You force us all to write our heart before a renowned blind fool

Reviews

[Zahra]

thought provoking. Nice write