Traitor Hollow Belief Poem by Puloq Arafat

If you keep belief in a wind-
The timid wind,
Never the freaky-
Life would be native-
Not the dusty.
Dusts you see-
Cover your feet.
Negligence you delight-
Under the key.
Courtesy begets what-
You see.
Courtesy, your mind-
Courtesy, your right.
Courtesy, your shame-
Courtesy is not your blame.
Blame is what you dare-
Not the flock you matter.
Not the terror you better-
And not the pot you flicker-
Matter your words you utter.