Surrealism Vii Poem by Atef Ayadi

Surrealism Vii

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The war is raising.
Who started first?
The ambitious youthfulness
On behalf of Alexander the great,
The Romans who were looking for
Refined salts,
The crusades who were
Escaping from the orthodox eagles,
The new RAP globalization, or
The cons and pros bring their
Breezes and winds.
The only common
And absurd denominator:
They are lambs,
An organized group temptation,
And a low class heavy iced mind
With calculated steps.
All the eyes and tongues
Are fixed on the new
Martinez Cocktail;
Anything else
Is the absurdity itself.
What I am sure of
It is getting hot and hotter
The battle field is getting crowded
And flatter.
My mind is taking me
To watch this cat
Crossing this noisy party
Looking for something?
maybe she is trying to escape from the noise or
She is chasing a mouse?

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