Scorched earth
I envy you potter
You
Possibly, know nothing
Of Boer
You
If Iranian
Remained with Hafez and Khayyam, custodians,
I
Poor I
Poor I
Poor I
Poor I
Where is mom?
Mom! Mourn, beat yourself, and cry
For your son and tactic, scorched earth
“Burn them alive! ” Britain in Boer, also by Arians
What a shame!
I will never
Never ever
Feel proud of being Arian, or be human
No!
I am a bird
I’m a worm, a dinosaur
Something rare, whatever
Not of you!
Do you see my tear?
What about the river?
Ocean is, just a part, I can’t bear…
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