In This Town Poem by Rizgar Zaki

In this town,
the most beautiful monsters reside.
Every day, you see them praying, celebrating, cursing.
They claim humanity,
celebrate hollow victories,
curse the image of truth.
In this town,
nothing stands above perfection.
Promises are made of fragile glass lies.
Laws go against the traditional paths.
Time suffers from the disease of boredom.
In this town,
flowers sleep at the break of day.
The daily newspapers are filled with the names of heroes behind screens.
Even the smallest clouds carry gloomy faces.
In this gray town,
only withered grass lives under its light.
The sun does not warm the cheeks of the flowers,
nor does a flock of birds laugh in its morning.
In this town,
wishes have no color,
and no hearts beat with life.
Yes, in this town,
escaping boredom is called freedom.
And the road, at this point,
ends.
Welcome to this town.