To sum up the feeling of injustice, Kasra Anghai, an Iranian poet, shares what it means to be in prison:
In the bewilderment of the forest
we had found a hut with white walls
but later we found out
that the hut
was the crows’ dream
and we had been lost
in the labyrinths of a melody
played by an old musician
beyond the river.
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