Drive, The Same Drive - Poem by Alireza Behnam
Suddenly, we made new drives
and a new rooster
which named 'war' as 'drive'
and crashes of the globe went too much
suddenly, the suddenly became meaningless
the rooster, more rooster
and we were not 'we' anymore.
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