There Are Some People That We Didn't

The Word Is A Bouncing Ball The Ruler Throws From His Balcony. The Word Has Been A Shot Of Morphine. Rulers Calm Their People With Speeches.

The Female Doesn't Want A Rich Man Or A Handsome Man Or Even A Poet, She Wants A Man Who Understands Her Eyes If She Gets Sad, And Points To His Chest And Say : 'here Is Your Home Country.'

And All The Countries Seemed The Same, That I Don't See Myself There, And I Don't See Myself Here.

And The Writing Is Still : To You, With You, About You, Because Of You And For You.

What We Feel Is Beyond Words. We Should Be Ashamed Of Our Poems.