Will You Stay Long After The End Of The Show?
To the vanished dictators or those who wish to stay forever
By
Gulala Nouri
You account the vacuum
And blaming the chairs for all this vacancy.
Waiting in front of the closed curtains
You do not realize that show has fixed chapters and seasons.
You alone, but only with clear roads toward the door.
You clap outside the theme
They may hear the echo that was not picked up by anyone else than your self.
How many silent battles you need
To raise the banner of understanding that you are alone now up there?
you move the seats in search of the lost buttons for your heart,
That occurred under agitators who left you,
You pick up the last bottle of denial raised,
raised and your face ached
but what you see is just a faraway roof
And large areas no longer voluntary for your imagination.
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