Syluthaarme Poem by Hossein Mohammadzade

It is said there is life out of Earth,
Not just moss or some germ livin' in filth;

There are beasts very smart in Syluthaarme,
A big rock with a vast digital farm,

Where they work not at all or too hard,
Have one ear, but three legs, walk backward,

Got one eye gazing far far away,
And complexions of more shades of gray

Than is seen here on Earth. Among the mass
Live a few who belong to no class,

But pretend that they share illusions
The less smart breeding mass envisions.

An asylum it is for the sane
In the insane's needed stead feel the chain.

© Hossein Mohammadzade