By Lava Darwesh
Iraq

I am sinking into a lake

So cold, it aches

Whatever I say People hold it against me and my brain

They expect me to say 

What they hear 

And not something they can't hear. 

They want me to say this life is fair. 

They want me to say politicians are good 

Governments are just 

Well, they are not 

They want me to say that poets are liars.

Who tell illusions and disturb the universe. 

And I am sinking all over again. 

With my heart full of hatred and a pissed off brain

Image credit: The Island, Mia Funk

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