Blind soldiers want to

take my eyes, I run away --


and become nameless.


Blinde soldatenBlinde Soldaten
willen mijn ogen, ik vlucht --wollen Augen, ich flüchte --
en verlies mijn naam.werde namenlos.

Poem S1547
Amsterdam, 2022-10-23

On the way here (Jila Mossaed)
Poem "På väg hit" (collection "Månen och den eviga kon")
Collection: Being my own museum 
Keyword: Power: compulsion / violence 
Tribute to: Mossaed, Jila 
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