by Müesser Yeniay

the world is like
it is never going to end

people are working in the rice field
in mud up to their knees
to finish their lives

to exist is a crime

under the straw hat
of a villager with which
he is protected from rain

we are sad, oh my Asian brother
the enemy pushed us here
on this face of earth
to existings.




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