p a noushad - ENORMITY

They wound my legs
and ask:
why are you lagging behind?
They keep me in old chains
that wound my body
and say,
this is the fate.

My mind, snail-like, creeps into a crime's crack.
how can they then incarcerate me!
Amazing!
Always.

p a noushad

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