CIRCUS LIKE

	By Raymond B. Kupelian


	I am the prisoner
	Of the barbed jail
	Of my own doing.
	My prison cell
	Isn't the creation
	Of the Circus master's
	Oppressive mind...
	It is the handwork
	Of square minded
	Robot like humanoids ...
	Wow! What a pleasure
	Leaving very soon
	With my prison guard
	To the far away shores
	On vacation
	To recuperate
	From the stressful routine
	Like the enchained beasts
	Of the famous circus
	To move my forgotten existence
	From one country to another...
	No matter where the show goes
	The program is the same
	The metal bars
	And the prison guards too
	Nothing has changed from my destiny...
	During the short life span
	Only the spectators
	And the stage is changeable...
	The guards are closely watching
	Weeps on hand
	Leaning to my cage's door...

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Raymond B. Kupelian is a recognized author in the Diaspora as well as
in Armenia, where a sampling of his short stories and latest two
novels have been published. Now in his sixties, Mr. Kupelian has lived
in Liberia and Sierra Leone for more than twenty years.  His African
short stories have been translated into English and Russian.