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Poetry about the death of humanity
Our century
The time of death is humanity
The breasts of the world are empty for good
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From the day that the hand of Cain
Abandoned patrol of Abel's blood
From the day Adam's children
Bitter venereal fever in their blood
Man, man!
Though Adam was alive
From the day that Joseph was thrown into the wells by the brothers
From the day they made the wall of China with a whip and blood
The man was dead!
Then the world was filled with Adam and this mill
Patrol
For centuries Adam died
Do not hesitate
Do not go back;
Our century
The time of death is humanity
The breasts of the world are empty
Talk about freedom, purity, foolishness
Talk about Moses and Jesus and Muhammad is in vain
The Musa Century is Chambé
The time of death is humanity
I wiped out a flower branch
From the silent look of a sick child
From the sword of a canary in a cage
From the sadness of a man in the chain, even kill him
Tears in my eyes and throat
Evening Days
The poison in the poison potion in the soup
Where do you believe the death of him?
It's not about to blow a leaf
Woe to the wilderness
They hide the bloody hands in front of the crowd
There is no animal to live
What is our unbelief with human life
It's not about to blow a leaf
Suppose the death of a canary in a cage is not death either
Suppose a flower branch in the world will never go away
Suppose wild forest was from the first day
In a whistling and blind desert
In the midst of the people, I am patient with these calamities
Talk about the death of love, the death of love
The conversation is about humanity's death ...
Poetry from Fereydoun Moshiri
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After this, you will never miss the behaviors
I'm falling asleep, from the interpretation of this, sometimes empty and silent ones
In the absence of lions, the Golanha of the Humans
From the beginning in the corner just to visit the people
We'll run away from these visits forever
I know the boundaries of love but with madness;
I walked straight from the boundaries of those warnings
Repent the wolf, I know, do not regret her
Because in this way I have repented too many times
I told her that mystery, but she was revealed and went
Muharrami no longer see except the walls
Drunk should have been, and that's all, in this post world
Because it is constantly, it is on the wise men of the abuses
Everyone's rank in this universe is human
Humanity was killed, with no hands
Absolute Unbeliever, if it is Religion
You have won the shah's honor, dear ones.
Poetry by Mehran Asadpour
Good man
I love simple people
The smell is "Adam"
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Good for me and the sea and the sunset and the sun
And the unbelievers who did not see me with you
The thread of the same field that is on your neck
What time did he put me in a chair?
thanks to : شعر در مورد انسانیت
thanks to : شعر در مورد انسانیت
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