Blind Time

Blind Time
Nothing new for today
Vendors of full of coffins’ newspapers
Are still in the normal mood
That accompanied them since they were born
In these countries
Those god forgot on the map.
Poets still pretend to have wisdom,
So as not to disappoint vanity
They still foretell life and death,
End and salvation
At the same time
Tyrants
As they always did
Still copulate our dreams
With sticks made from our ribs
And their stinking butts
Like the smell of gunpowder that emit
From their mouths
And pour on our children’ bodies
Are still expanding until they become
The size of the country.
As for the dead
They are still reproducing
With enthusiasm of lovers
Who were born
In a blind time.
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EVE
I am the villager when being in the city
And the daughter of cities when I go to village
For the seduced, I am a poet
And for poets, I am seduction
For Adam, I am his apple
And for god, I am the poison in form
Of a cure
For earth, I am the victim
And for heavens, I am a tyrant
For me, I am all of the above
I am just Eve.