Private
High-Hedged Homes
By:
Husam (Sam) Salman
Sparsely attended periwig towers mirroring lives in private high
hedged homes
Untouched by the fettered morning of common mundane men – in light
before work
Unaffected by noon’s gaze of blankly staring at clocks to
take breaks – boss permitting
Sleep your mid-day resurrection while we, the meek and meager
toil unwaveringly
Ruse of Satin, house of glass, no one is tending to your
order.
Where have the years gone, in this ache my troubles bring
In my moon shadow lit home upon the rocks, and you…so well lit
in The Hills
Worlds may collide, but reluctance to see eye to eye,
prevents humanity
And Firmaments of mind
create reason to stay, coaxed by dollars worth
Tiara strident siren tortures with vanity and pride, my scepter
drops
Senators surrender morals and value for $upport and vote$
Silent, they sway tides of nation and trend, from peace to
pleasure
Where enough NEVER ends.
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