Vera Sidhwa


Beauracracy - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

He blocked my progress,
He stopped me short,
He took away my looks,
She tore up my books,
He took away my job,
The looked like a mob,
He disrespected me,
He threatened me,
He gave me hush money
In secret he called me honey,
He did not abide by the law,
He from public coffers did draw,
His two faced presence unsettled me,
His deep secrets transpartent to only me.
I won't work for a beauracracy


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, November 14, 2011


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