Nasar Karim

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I pour another measure
And clink glasses with regret,
When I’ve had my way I’ll pour some more
And drink it to forget.

I stand with friends and comrades
We’re all going to war,
Against the tyranny of this life
Until we hit the floor.

I drink when I’m alone
To…

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Please don’t shout
Just hear me out
I think I know what’s wrong.

Step back and think
Where is the brink
We’ve all been strung long.

I think we faltered
The picture altered
I think we’re being misled.

The people in charge
Are painted large
And never do what they said…

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Conscience has a vacancy
A window with a view unseen,
A mattress with no body
A sleep without a dream.

Is that the empty room
My wondering has been seeking,
The shelter that will let these words
Become somebody speaking?

Is there a song that hides
A melody in shrouds,
Afraid that distant nothing
Will say she sings too loud?

Across the street unknown
It could be half a world away,
Is there another wanderer
Who seeks the things I say?

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Nasar Karim

Nasar Karim

BSc Psychology. Writer. Dreamer. Poet. Addicted to risk.