Art of Cimeries

Raised small and mute.
Taped shut, act cute.
Little one pierced with daggers.
Told to slow and help the laggers.
Don’t cry!
Don’t lie!
Arms crossed and eyes locked!
Listen and Obey! Or be shocked!

Stockholm and Milgram!
I wish I was a Pilgrim.
Free of this nest of vipers
And the scope of the snipers.
Don’t smile!
Don’t style!
I’m the only one locked in ice.
Always the first Sacrifice.



Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam