POETRY (PASS)

PASS

Dedicated to Habib Jalib

By: NASSER YOUSAF

On my sleeve I wear
A pass to carry me past

Where posted
Are the vigilant cops

In its feathery mass, the
Pass does wondrous tasks

So to the prying eyes am I
A protégé of the boss

Thus entitled to be free
I fly high like a lark

Tut, tut, small mortals
In meager grimy garbs

Best served are their women
Covered like shuttlecocks

These wretched of the earth
Are nothing but a farce

Walls ought to be built
To keep them apart, and

The law must stand no Vet
Neither any trifling retort