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When things ended, the people in the world could not find
autumn,
because the sun could not bring colour to its side
In autumn, everyone left behind piles of salt that no one
could burn,
and no one could liberate the snow
From the other side an oppressor came;
the winter storms of globalization brought him.
The night before, he was seen with a skinny Tibetan.
On his way to work, he had his morning coffee in Sao Paulo,
he lit incense in New Delhi,
he had his lunch at MacDonald’s in Michigan,
in the evening he had a beer in the shadows of Frankfurt,
and right now, he is under the chestnut tree in Hawramain,
eating mint.
The truth is that the oppressor came to the world before the
storm of globalization, too;
He set the forests of Bavaria on fire
and left the chains of Microsoft around the children of
Kandahar.
He works every day to destroy children’s bodies by
destroying their toys.
He wants to enter every doorway before God gets there.
He steps on my feet so hard, that the pain in my feet makes
my relationship with God better
by teaching me to wait, patiently.
This was the first time I had a dream while lying in the
palm of a leaf
The birds still fly to the East,
but I cannot send a letter with them to describe the colour
of my new home
I
close the window in my apartment on the face of the ocean’s
wave.
Autumn no longer has time to burn the dead leaves.
Women on the beach do not have the energy to put the ocean
around them.
Once, long ago, autumn respectfully gave its nature to
winter
and nature gave places to people who could not find a hotel
room for the night.
The oppressor’s feet are still on my feet,
and my friend in Kurdistan cannot tell these small gods of
the earth
to take their feet off my feet.
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