Dekanahwideh
listen to the funeral march that resounds.
check out the filth gathering around.
followers of a god who once was a tool
reject the wise man flirting with doom.
sleeping citizens singing the free will’s requiem,
turning their back to unvoidable mayhems.
i lead the dance for my own rituals,
some raging punches vainly cracking the walls.
i swallow the sunset and gargle with lightnings.
i am the wretched beast climbing a mountain,
howling its lungs off i am an animal.