I hear the dirty wounds of laughter

I touch the wreckage of kindness

I see the conceit of pig-nose foes

I smell the blood of frightened lives

I touch the cut legs of being special

I see hardened faces of pleasure

I taste charred remains of resistance

I smell the rape of aspirations

I hear the decomposition of joy

I taste the void of screaming

And I’m here waiting for war!

© Azadeh Azad, 2012

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