Win Or Die Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Win Or Die
Win or die
In Midway sparrows
Two male birds are in fight
My mind does recognize and flies.
She stands on the side
And her heart beats, throbs
The two men are in fight
Everywhere is blood
And she knows:
"It is I; I am cause."
And she has standards
And abides:
"Weak loses the bride."
And men too, know and agree:
"Win or die."
Ask Pushkin, Lermontov:
"Lost is long."
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