High Way

There is a long black line

Between the two ends

Of the earth

From the head to foot

Of that black line

Someone planted

The green diamonds

In that line

Time is running with wheels

But he stopped

And squeezed Sweat drops

From the womb of a time

In the middle of the journey

Black men stopped the time

And transfuse the blood

To the nerves

And tighten the body parts

After that

Time is running over speed

Line got angry

And murdered the time

Then the line takes

The entrails of time

From the belly

And decorated as garland

A yellow thread

Broken in the house

Two meat buffs weeping

Has touched the sky

All the three bodies fallen

On the same line