Occupy Poetry


BY Ilire Zajmi

Trampled by thousand’s feet’s
Shoes boots sandals
Dusty patent dirty

Cleaned polluted washed
Sometimes full of passengers
From voices running wild
Sometimes completely desert
Invoking sadness and misery.

Roads where we walk every day
Roads we love roads we hate
Roads of life and death
Roads roads roads
That lead us to nowhere.

Ilire Zajmi


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