Poems from Ezzi
It starts with the whispers
Breathed into inhabitants' ears
The chilling wind-like purrs
They spread their material fears
"There...
The folly of man is in their limited views
Of what is good and what is not
When it is simply not as simple
As words they use for this...
I am the snow of an old TV
Set to a channel which is off the air
I speak in white noise
And I appear as the black and whites pixels on...