1932

The universe appears a myth

Frozen be art of compassion

Fake smiles sailing adrift

Confidence buried in abstraction



Epitome of shallow aliens

Touring Earth in search of peace

Marred by the war as most Iranians

Foreseeing when it all will cease



Dejection raps upon my skull

Accompanied by displays of fatigue

In an attempt discreet to annul

Knowing not of what they need