Escape Poem by mohammad ahmadizadeh

I have done with crowded
Settled in my mind
They did not lay place even for poor me
Chips advertisements come after nappy
Competitive warlords fight in my mind
adorning a newfangled democracy
cheating me with disguised despotism
carrying an election by disorienting

Maybe I must blow up myself in my mind
as a suicide bomber
taking away both I
and thoughts invading me from inside

or I escape to a secluded hill
building a fire with dirt thrown out of me
making smoke signal for crowd far
warning about the black magic of social life