Wine glasses <br /> <br />on the officers desk <br /> <br />the imprinted a plan <br /> <br />twisted with <br /> <br />shapes of circles and angles <br /> <br />smoke up to the ceiling <br /> <br />the chairs keeping the ranks clothes hang <br /> <br />on skin of the floor <br /> <br />open the windows of commands room <br /> <br />dead bodies of soldiers, <br /> <br />have fallen in a corner <br /> <br />? why don’t you respect the real victors <br /> <br />Cool down, <br /> <br />Only the wings of some flies <br /> <br />Wipe away the dust <br /> <br />Of your bodies. <br /> <br /> <br />((Poet: Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh))<br /><br />Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-crime-pieces/
