A Tiny Protest Poem by Shahabuddin Nagari
A Tiny Protest
How can I, a lone individual fight
With such a group of people? I don’t have
Ten mouths, so that I can should with each of them
Neither do I have ten hands to give ten blows at a time
And them can get scared. I am single, I am little.
I walk like a tiny pin, obscure
In my life and attitude I’m like a soft fluffy cotton ball
I eat whatever I’m given. I don’t ask for more
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