Our Strange East Poem by Majid Gaggi

In a our strange East
Everything is terrible
As well as is strange
No opinion is taken
Even if it is right
Enlightened and innocent is discarded
His blood growled and Citysearch
His glandular and is stolen
And backward and illiterate
Strong arrogant and majestic
Goodness son of country
Become a runaway and homeless
Injured or even killed
His money and his opinion
Is taken and ravished
In his order beatable
Stranger became glandular
The owner and the near,
Neighbor and friend and lover
No governor or official
Watch and be punishable
After all became
Commander Captain Official
Whom they are not seeing or hearing
To appeal or screaming of the innocents
And have response to it
In short this
Our East and our suspicious world