"wistit" poems
You’re silent.
You’re embryos of animals
You’re charged weapons
You’re creatures sitting in the ark
You’re TVs
You’re a guide of metro
You’re passengers without weapons
You’re fallen lustres
You’re heaters
You’re toys
Mom loudly cried
She ran and hugged the policeman
At the window of a shop
The policeman, who killed a child yesterday
Mom cried loudly
She ran and hugged , in the corner of street
Next to the church,
Padre, in the front of vulcanization
Who ***** a girl in the corner of street yesterday, next to a church.
Mom is shouting
She ran and hugged the politician on pavilion
The politician, who sold motherland of others.
Mom was screaming and ran to shop
And bought *****
Mom drank *****
And whole night she looked alike a wistit
You’re silent.
You’re embryos of animals
You’re charged weapons
You’re creatures sitting in the ark
You’re TVs
You’re a guide of metro
You’re passengers without weapons
You’re fallen lustres
You’re heaters
You’re toys
You’re the mom , who hugged a guilty policeman with happiness/
And then in the corner of street, next to the church,
In the front of vulcanization, hugged a villain padre and a traitor politician standing in a pavilion.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC