Procession Poem by Abdul Wahab

Procession



In my wide and brave chest
I feel a heavy weight
A sensation of burning
All is turned and twisted
Like a rope
I see
In anger my face becomes crimson red
Eyes
Flashing fire
No more I can take fraud
Sluggish progress
Worthless efforts

Mindlessness
Meaninglessness

No more deprivation of rights
Humiliation and injustice

My hand rises
Like a hammer
fingers clenched into a fist

head becomes large
No more I coil
Like a python

I spread my tail
And roar like a lion

Out of fear
Steps down the tyrant

From the back door
Goes out the incompetent

I can bring forth
A change

A total change
A revolution

With my mighty impact
When I turn into
a mass procession

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