Why do they really write poetry?
Why do these rebels choose to speak what’s in their hearts?
Were they not taught that memory feeds sin,
and dreams fuel failure?
I want them silent,
showing no resistance.
I am the leader,
I am their head, heart, and teeth;
you must obey me.
I don\'t want another book on the shelves,
I want them watching me on TV.
Anyone who dares to write
will have to leave this place.
In my land, there are no thinkers or writers:
there are only followers.