This vicious war was worth all the victims,
It’s the time when peace shouts calling for contradictions
Darkness condoles lights fading into other realms
Lifting her soul up to some dreary convictions

Peeling each memory that slays and maims
the fragments of silence embracing the void
Some bypassing talks are stuck in holy rims
Relinquishing the mundane to a virtual world

Each in the lake he’s entitled to swims
Brown eyes for ages were drawn to the mud
Blackness entices them with enchanting whims
Devil murmurs on no occasion you’re to touch your god

This vigorous war is worth all the victims
breaking red mirrors celebrated my infections
How on earth I’m to peek at my holy oxim
But through my whiskey glass of suspicions?


Fatima Chahneh

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