poem
The Organizer of despair concerts
Nobody speak but me.
And this my way so you can stay or leave
Nobody will speak
But your passion on your face will appears
They will tell me all years of fear
And how was each one of you feel
Just now on your face nothing can disappear
About the happy days which had never existed and the sad years
But I can listen somehow some heart beats
They aren’t telling me about any inside mess and I can’t notice any fear
Nobody move..I will know who definitely is he
There are love and kind in his eyes I can see
There are dreams and ambitions in his heart are so deep
And his wish for a happy family are in a continuous increase
That’s you,what are you doing here?
I can see honor and ambition, and those aren’t my slaves’ dreams
You must be an enemy and my slaves’ thief
To steal them and show them how is the life is full of chances are waiting to be seized.
They will see how they are so pretty and then they will believe
I will try to make you hazy in their eyes and unseen
I can blind them but your voice of curse they can hear .
Some of them wooden pieces called despair will totally bloke their ears
But the others will follow you till they reach their dreams.
By love
Asil
