magazine Runners Poem by Ghazal Ebrahimzade

We wanted to work in a magazine
different people from different culture, age, attire, training and mood having nothing unique except for the destiny composed us to be in a group, to be recognized as one person: only one, alone.
FORCE
1.intention or an aim 2.force temptation or an aim 3. force imagination or an aim which was a founder of an imaginary magazine in the brain?
DREAMS
paper sheets flying over every single human existence types…ALAS…very magnificent and huge magazine to over- compass the universe not only earth, but also moon and skies… ALAS … we are people from generation to generation having lot to say to the cosmos: childish/ rational/ irrational/ logical/ nonsense/ liberal or sometimes taboo(S)ALAS… we were not just like the previous generation that proved themselves on the scene of their wants, but their mottoes never fulfill the expectations enough … ALAS…that garden is old and tress in expectance of a novel growth…like us! ALAS…
FACTS:
fresh blossoms drink the ambitious in a cup and flow the ideals with talks …in fact… no planning, no arranging, no even thinking about magazine truly ….in fact…handsempty/ hearts fill/ eyes gazing/ no nursing …in fact… "nothing come from nothing" as Shakespeare remarks…in fact…
AND WAITING…
for winds or tornado or even smooth breeze push us to the destination we were supposed to reach.
once…
the teacher made us revolutionary and affirmed that we can be a conquer of the world, but left out with a cold shoulder and we defeat on social attacks.
at last….
years passed, no flayer distribute sheets/ no author has written about facts, no readers read of us…at last…since we used to be mesmerized by entering the universities without expecting doing jobs…at last… feeling jealousy again jealousy of higher ranks of universities… at last…even ants and cockroaches are educated in our land! educated insects talk about rumors and hallucinating of future…at last… that is a reason I don't know how to teach the young adult to write truth in the magazine never ever created in our hands…at last….