Hey Mr, Master, Sir, Supreme Leader,  

                                    After the last comma      Come on!

                                     Put a full stop!

 

From the moments roof top

Todays crying Death to the Ruthless

Tomorrows its witness

Dont fire on unarmed loneliness

All folks have spilt to the street which leads to the sea

See!

The water thats flowed

Wont return to the river

Why fire on protesters?

Their bloody palms are waving to your hammer which is coming down

Watch!

Which is your mother?    Brother?    Sister?

Dear Mr, Sir, Supreme Leader

Hey whoremaster!

Facing you

           The question mark thats whying

                                                          Is the comer!

 

 

poet: Ali Abdolrezaei

The River Thames is off           where?
The London eyes high              why?
Who made my sky shy?
This Towns vomited his people
Although my cup is empty
All windows are full of tea
Whats wrong with the city?
London is a song which the stranger sings at sunset
Lets clap for all these       Please!

Although Im left
Ill write right
         About your juicy pussy      this tight!
Dont ask me what happened to you that night
Im a communist     who makes love by pen
Pen is my all
My whole is penis