W. And The Doors

W. And The Doors

No more
Poems of W. And Doors
He closes
And then it starts
His Door is open
For everyone to see
Just open yours and he will get by
Get in
Move in
Shuffle in
And then, try to win
You mostly won't
I say ,, don't! "
Could be your last breath
Before you will meet His death
And taste the aftertaste of Economic games
He still plays
His Door is always open
No more
One word
About Him
He lives for the word
The letters we typed
The signatures we gave
The papers he can take
No more
A breath of a Word of You and Me
His Door was always open
And I never got in
I was warned in many ways
Many weeks many days
I tried my best
I have tried
To keep You and Me together and fight
For Europe

But his Door
Left opened for
The amature
Insecure
Damaged
Broken and left in theft
Women of The Dead
His Door was always open

No more
Love or a score
Politics stood up for me
When You had A Plan
To kill

Me.
My mind
My only
Me.

Nadiya Amina A.M. Mohado Sheikh Nur
30-11-1995