The Beast
He 'll come
with well cloths
and sweet words.
He 'll open a big
world to you.
He 'll build malls.
And he 'll say:
Here no conditions,
no limits and-
No iron chains
around the marcket.
Every thing for you.
I 'll give you
the real freedom.
I 'll ask: is it freedom?
You will shout to me
stop profanations.
Then you 'll go to his palace.
After dinner,
he will face you
in his that classic
black gown,
you 'll realise, it is
that old ghost house.
And no palace never created.
You 'll look out side,
you can see, there
your brother is hanged,
They sold your mother land,
They raped your sister,
And now nothing is
yours in this world.
You 'll understand
what i said
and you 'll
ask for help.
No one 'll hear you.
Becouse no one will survive.
And that is the day
of end.
You 'll die
your country 'll distroy
he 'll sow his seeds.
But he can't stop,
we will reborm
and the mass establish
the equality for ever.
poem by Muhammad Mirash
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