W. And The Doors a Poem

W. And The Doors

No more Poems of W. And Doors He closes And then it starts His Door is open For everyone to see Just open yours and he will get by Get in Move in Shuffle in And then, try to win You mostly won't

I say ,, don't! " Could be your last breath Before you will meet His death And taste the aftertaste of Economic games He still plays His Door is always open No more One word About Him He lives for the word The letters we typed The signatures we gave The papers he can take No more A breath of a Word of You and Me His Door was always open And I never got in I was warned in many ways Many weeks many days I tried my best I have tried To keep You and Me together and fight For Europe

But his Door Left opened for The amature Insecure Damaged Broken and left in theft Women of The Dead His Door was always open

No more Love or a score Politics stood up for me When You had A Plan To kill Me. My mind My only Me.

Nadiya Amina A .M . Mohado Sheikh Nur 30-11-1995