I want to write poems
Yet Nobody reads them
Why poems are so lonely
While we need love so desperately
The poets wants to look clever
With its sound bites and grammar
In a world where the idiot reigns
The vain prospers with the villains
Where can I find the last wise man?
Dark smokes cloud the town
Bad days birds cover the sky
We have to remove last illusions from our eyes
The Gods had fled town in the morning
In the evening, they come back for sacrifice to heal our pain
Why should I write poems
When no ones read them
Why should I dance
When in my heart I have no peace.
Give me peace
And I will dance
Give me poems
And I’ll read them.
Because I’m leaving town soon
My heart carries my love to new horizons.