Someone is on the edge of glory
To announce the prostituted world
And someone is in the middle-east
To pretend that there is a god.
Let me be free
Give me back my freedom
To write something
While nobody minds.
I don’t adore you
Since you pushed the darkness inside my room
I don’t converse anymore
Since you converted the magnet-school to the sanctum.
Mohammad Reza Dousti
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-writer/
