Mahyar Goodarzi - Everyday

From a citizen-son
To his old mom in dad’s village:
Everyday morning …
I get ready for a duel against the city
But the city …
Everyday kills me more
They’re shooting experts
And shoot exactly my brow
Everyday I’m deader
And need more coffins
I should hide all my corpses
Everyday more graves are belonging to me
Here I’m a famous gravesite
And still getting vaster
Everyday …

Mahyar Goodarzi

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