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My dear brother
of the ‘lost generation’
How are you now?
Is the earth too cold?
when sky cries
in the lonely nights.
Or is that earth too hot?
Baked from the burning sun?
Deep down underneath the earth,
shrouded by the sands of time
and by sileneces of the witnesses,
your voice
is held
But I can still hear your heart beating!
Your voice
burried under the earth,
like a landmine
burried under the sod!
Then trampled and tread upon
by jackboots,
by chilldless mothers with waterfalls flowing all over their faces, moaning tearfully,
and by pilgrims of patriotism, worshipers of war.
Voice your soul
Explode
Break the hearts of egoistic patriots,
bore them and pour your explosive tears!
Tell them,
What you told to your teacher,
when she asked you,
what do you want to be when you grow up.
Engineer
Lawyer
Writer
Teacher
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…….. Or may be terrorist ? ………..
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Can you hear me?
my borher
my sister
of the lost generation,
of the generation burried under the earth,
under the sands of time,
and faded away by biased messengers and historians,
by biased bastards!!!!
How now!
My dear brother!
How now!
My dear sister!
How are you now !?!?!? …………..
…………………….
Is that earthly rest, underneath,
peacefull?
Does that earthly bed of yours,
soothes your soul?
Voice your soul,
Explode!
Bore the stone hearts of egoistic patriots, and pour your explosive tears!
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. The Stormy Sea . 