A metallic alien object with plastic gaze
Without emotions, and no feelings
It holds tapered forceps and a magnifying glass
It runs on the empty street
Like a spooky ghost
Like an absurd robot
His eyes are round, red
His nose is crunchy squared
And his voice is like air when it comes from the hole of a sick object
Now he forbids meetings and life
He collects viruses and malicious objects
In our empty days
In our not completed spring
Nothing remains of the noise of our days except a pale screen
And a fading light burns eyes
Nothing remains of familiar speech except A rigid spokesperson claims intelligence and ingenuity
In a world filled with absurdity and idiocy
Leave me alone
The city has become a shroud of poems and beautiful songs
The streets curl around the cold minerals
Like a love that dies
We were there
Facing dangers
Enjoying adventures
We live or die
Until that thing came
From the craziness and madness
To plant us in the deaf rock
No blossom
No songs
No love, no burning
What does the insane object want?
Does he know that the end is like the beginning?
It lives inside us
We seek in life everyday
We are not afraid
we drink water and drought
But what kills us
It is you
O the enemy of life
everything escapes from you even the viruses and diseases
O revered fool
Like the prestige of destruction
And like the pathway interruption
Leave me alone
I would like to go to my destiny
Death is a very old story
I saw it a lot in the sad steps
In the frustration of traveling and stress
And in childbirth which mixed with crying
Death is a very old story brings me back to my mother where I grew up as spring
There
I collect all beautiful tales
From my dear sun
Then flowers shine in my eyes
And you
You are the killer of storyteller and the story
You are the maker of long funerals
And the maker of the tragedy with your damned lights with your shit screaming
And your false affection
Leave me alone to embrace the soil once
and embrace the stars other
I never signed on your chaos
I did not agree to burn my spirit in your damn hell
I am the poem of the earth and the sky
I am a hymn came to breathe freedom before the air
1/4/2020
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