Rebel Memories - Mohammad Ahmadizade

Memories climb up childhold mountain

Go down to youth valleys then

Bullet rains come down from eyes

Wondering senility is alone in the town

Desires of a little doughter

Carries hers sliced childhold in a lunch bag

To eat hers future in the lunch time

And a recess time attaches school

Books burn hers dreams

School ring plays a song

For hers burned longings

Thoughts keep company with bullets

That memories shoot them

Coming down from my eyes

Memories dig trenches

On the narroow streets of my land

Revolting to divide my heart

I want to hang my thoughts

Without any court order

To warn every memory