if someone slipped something
in my tea about an hour ago?
I feel like I am
on some mind-altering drug,
and everything is telling me jokes.
You know it is not beyond God
to take pity on many down here.
He might just surprise you someday
and grind a few million tons of opium
into a fine dust
and then sprinkle it over your house
so you stop complaining.
You might have to shovel your way out,
as if a big snow came along,
smoking it -- breathing it in
all the time as it were.
Maybe God does that routinely
for inhabitants on other planets
who don't take politics and gender
so seriously...
-- Hafiz
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