We are cursed by
our own spells
Muhammad Arif
When an old witch in a fairy’s guise
Enchanted us and gave us sweet dreams,
We thought, we were the chosen ones;
Transfixed citadel with glorious wreathes
And every tower occupied by a learned magician
Helped us memorized the difficult spells.
All the accumulative wisdom of their predecessors,
These masters of words, deceits and treacheries
Made us believe into a world which never existed.
But we know the path to “glory”.
Each time the spell breaks
More blood of the innocent is needed.
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