Gathered around a big table, … just look at each other faces
We were thinking about the humanity? For sure not! What were we thinking about?
A person was writing about his own experiences, another was writing about his or her old love,
There was a person who was writing about a broken heart, and the other was writing about the freedom of us
Just those old inner stories from all of us, the blind sentences, the complicated lines, no trace of any simplicity,
Sinking in our weird arts, forgetting the main idea, and continue to write around a crystal table that was strange and tall,
Here we will face with the poets fall!
The feeling of humanity is like a warm day in hell
Humanity is waiting for a simple person to go to the edge of hell and then bell
Poor children in Africa, war for nothing, the corpse of small killed children in Afghanistan…still like to hear about the bombs in Iraq?
Still we write about the love…..
Yeah, a love to orphan children in world, a love to poor families who have no one to care about them, and a love to a talented boy who has nothing to do to be improved himself,
Then we will find the dead body of that talented boy in street because of drug addiction
Still sitting around a crystal table that is strange and tall
We are close to the poetess's fall
Write, but WRITE!
Write about a mother who is working hard to find money for her family
Write about her, which is facing with the flood of hard treating
Write about her silent death...
Again write….write about a father who likes to do lots of things for his family, but he couldn't, write about his damaged soul...
Write about the stupid laughs those the rich nobles gave to poor people
Eyes are locked around a crystal table that is strange and tall,
Sundown of us is near, I mean the poets fall
About people who play with others feeling, about people who have badly feelings
About men who have hidden themselves in a safe haven
About this Global, about this universe, about the crimes,
About the people who are at the death lines,
Don't sit around that crystal and strange table that is tall,
Never wait for the poet's fall!
Show the face of real universe liars, about the noble prize,
For the respect of human killing, please arise! ! ! ! !
The dance of dirty actions down a country,
Near the lakes,
It's more important than the human believes!
A party of powerful men, is more important than the people lives
The life of 72 people is just taken, because of a simple Theory..
Lets stop writing about tiny things, let's take the hands of humanity and humans, let's stand up from that strange table that is tall,
There and then, we can see no sign of Poet's FALL!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem