This is iran a country where everything you see entices you, entices your soul till you realize you’re not human, just trash. Everyone’s a wolf wanna run like a sheep? Let me open your eyes and ears. This is Tehran, it’s no joke. No sign of flowers or popsicles. This is a jungle, eat or be eaten. Half the people are hung up half savages. The class struggle is oppressive. It saps people’s spirits. Poor and sick persons take a taxi and refuse to pay. The truth is clear, don’t go that route. I’ll make it clearer so sit still. God wake up! I have things to say. Don’t get mad at what I’ve done. What part? I’ve just begun. God, wake up. I’m trash. A hobo stands next to a Benz. He isn’t worth enough to rent it. Me, you, him came from a single drop. Look at the gap between us. It’s not gravity that makes the world spin. Money makes the world go round. Today, it’s money first, God second for everyone, peasant or boss. A kid wants to play with an orphan, dad says no. His dirty clothes are all he has. We’re all aware of these trouble. But even angles won’t come here. Till we’ve been destroyed by these troubles. We don’t want help, the tears fall. The disgusted soul knows what I mean. I’m not done talking, come back. Have you ever loved a girl? I’ll teach you a thing or two. You think this love is historic. But your girl’s seeing a rich kid. It’s okay, forget it. Forget everyone around you. A kid your age with a car, God laughs. You wish in vain: “I wanna be rich. Be rid of this complex.” Stop wishing, it’s no use. Wanna sleep? Look at these nightmare. Let’s curse the world together. You’re blind not to see vanity all around. Poverty and prostitution on the street. God wake up, I’m trash! How do you make your money? the end...
Posted on: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 02:17:59 +0000
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