Stop telling diversities
Once you praise uniformity.

Stop telling differences
Once you look forward to similarity.

Stop telling civilizations
Once you be quiet to barbarism.

Stop being sky
Once you draw religion symbol in it.

Stop being earth
Once you sow seeds of race on it.

Stop lying!

If Putin were a woman
I would ******
And send her a poem every day, exactly after midnight
Once she being seduced, we make a meeting
I wear a puzzle themed-shirt that already be ironed since seven days ago
At that time, I also bring her a rose blossom
She would smell the aroma, smile at me with reddish cheeks
Once the nodes of smile just last for five seconds, me so convinced
I pour in a cup of rosella tea with less sugar
She being more seduced, and sending a code by winking at me
And the expected moment coming
“Putin, may I ask you one thing, one thing only”
“What’s that?”
“Do reconcile America with North Korea. That’s it”

sharp-eyed you peeled my face
and my body
so sour-tasted me revealed
it was unconditional surrender to your authority
of disposing me in trash box

you yet gobbled up me
and served me your gastric acid

“Your connection to water was interrupted,” water source said.
Once some people of ‘One Earth’ – we call them brothers – tried to reach it from another site.
So their hope hanged on dew the sand dune be wet with.
The dune displayed on TV as a beautiful desert
We but enjoy watching it with water bottled and faucet left turned on.

God taught angels.
Angels taught prophets.
Prophets taught people.
People taught people
And would be judges over God’s domain.

I would write your name
on the water you petrified in my heart
that crystallized since you stopped
melting it by your smiles

My heart is now a pair of dead pools
that I dive in, by all lonely me
while you are petrifying others

I would not be what Einstein feared.
Eyes nailed to smart chopping board instead.
On it, somebody could set onions disabled to stimulate tears.
O, saying words, a kind of phobias indeed.

I would hit the sea of flying words in deep dive.
And yes for sure, I require Spongebob’s net and Sandy’s air tube
To practice my lips and tongue by yelling at jellied words.
Next year, I wish you promote my grade.