Desperate attack on Europe
I
Worried as should be a human
Thinking of the others, and of world
I who has seen the world, as expert
Take overs by Europe
I sit; think
In times I, need help, aid
Seek the aid from May
Khayyam way, and Hafez
But still
I see me in mirror
In the books I have read
Explore the trips I have made
As nosy; as expert
As lover who does care
As the one who hates to, sit idle
Sit alone and cry…maybe not
From depth of my lungs
I shoot air; shout out-loud:
“It is same, exact same…
Hungry and ignored breaks laws, immigrates.”
Now from Syria, the Afghan and…refugees from where…
Oh God-damn piece of mind
Keep mouth shut…
You hear?
Go…get lost…
Leave me as I should be
A careless drunkard…
Piece of shit…
Not outlaw…
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