To the brave oppositions in Iran and East Turkestan
Wasted and exhausted
it's a feat to lift your feet
while flapping broken wings
is just a weary burden
and your heart of lead needs melting down
to softer, lighter and more pliable material
for more apt and healthy purposes
than heavy broken hearts and heartaches.
Let me sleep again and dream again
of better worlds than all the lost ones,
and I shall most gratefully reach out for any straw
that providence and mercy offers me from nowhere
in the whirling stream that drags me down
into the dregs of all this worldly mess
of universal violation of all human rights and freedom
which was all the health there ever was in mankind.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-07-08 at 13:02
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