Online Zeitung

Poet : Do not bow to Satan’s chains.

in one eye bilck the worried images and senses the waiting dimocrati teaching judge on new life,
I’m not alone.
god knows i pray for it
no regrets no doubts, you did everything right,
says mr the moments with sight of all who were present,
My mind noticed the uneasiness, probably his mind in his blood pressure lowered, strong coffee, from Yemen, or Habschi Tegrany,
Born in the old town, I was born. look he is looking for, for sunrise. lost smell. indescribable, half life.
i only did my duty, god knows.
and old addresses too, exemplary, in honor, with pride.
also got lost in my village, my deeds not.
after a long time whoever you look at, got nervous.
Turns his eyes to me and says we are not in the bazaar,
but no it should be like this
how much does it cost. Do not bow to Satan’s chains. (Se/nz)