To Eve: Disarm Yourself
Take off
all
your army artillery
-Your cold war tech, IT, Spy agencies, Satellite dream Networking, your little Nukes, and automatic fire arm guns.-
put them away.
i did not come
for a war.
or from a war zone.
i am safe,
but
i can make
by myself
a new third, fourth, and twenty five thousands war from now,
and do not ask me about
the details.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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