They say she eloped
With an unknown bizarre bloke
In a scanty attire
Well..
Would it make any difference
?If she fled in a burqa..
The club must be always open
To eloping elements
From their burqas
Depression
Suppression
Virile authority
Plus aggression
Watch the blind man
With wide open eyes
Swears, sneers and blasphemes
But never cries
You can read his lips
To know the news
That’s written all over the place
With corpses
Z. S. Azzabi
April 2015