My Poems

Those who will go back to the civilization of cow-carts
and to the age of hand-fans made of palm-leaves;

Those who want to cross oceans and rivers on foot
and to fill up the the east and the west with odors of corpses;

Those who will go back to the spell of witches
and to talismans and superstitions;

Those who believe in 'dogs are more faithful than men'
and trust on fate-ghosts more than on war, procession
and slogan;

Those who will destroy dwellings of the mankind
with bulldozers and will build up on that debris
the palace for fox and boar;

for those idiots, angry like cobra and ferocious like hyena,
my poems bear sad news only burnt in fire.