Disciple
I close my eyes to pretend
you are with me
my hand reaches into the empty place
where you have not been
still I feel you are near
I have not stopped looking for you
this timefull trance suspends me
in an unforgiving mess of lost intention
instead of following
I'm sitting on a wooden bench
watching time dial around the unmoving center
the woman behind the glass calls me
she leads me along a yellow hallway
little nameplates are blank beside the doors
one opens I enter
two chairs a small desk
picture of a waterfall on the wall
behind where I sit
it's the second time I've been here
and the second time I'll leave
without knowing why I came
or where I'll go to find you
Whoever comes to power
Becomes somewhat dictator
They don’t care about people’s demand
It’s a hard fact in my dear motherland
Most of them make black money
And deposit in foreign banks
But they pretend they are good people
And the greatest think tanks
They disgrace the political rivals
Even if they are blameless
No matter what; they want to remain in power
They are so shameless
When a new political party comes to power
They abandon projects of the previous governments
They change the nameplates of public institutions
They give promotions to their obedient civil servants
They dishonor national heroes
To become heroes themselves
They do more harm than good to the country
They are like some wicked elves
They go for pilgrimage with friends and family
All their costs are met by the poor helpless country
They travel far and wide to walk on red carpet
And see new places
The country is not benefitted from it
In most of the cases
They talk tall like they are doing everything they can
While most of them are nothing but shadows of Satan
I saw big crosses instead of people.
This sight terrified me and gave a shock.
The crosses had nameplates in the middle.
I gazed at the people on the crosswalk.
I looked at the walking black nameplates
And tried to read letters and figures.
I could distinguish some pictures and dates –
Dates of their death - written on their graves.
I saw a lot of people on my street –
The walking graves. Where will Fate sow them?
Today they love and hate – their hearts still beat.
Nobody thinks today what will be THEN.
I saw big crosses instead of people.
This sight terrified me and gave a shock.
There was something majestic and sacral
In the crowd of the crosses which walked.