|  | Bulldozer A Poem by: Maziar Ouliaei-Nia 
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| Here I stand in the middle of a road closed to the traffic.   For days my huge hands have dug deeply the hard dark reality. Tons of dirt has been piled up. Nobody tells me what's the purpose.   The workers left for lunch break. They didn't offer me anything. I'm not hungry, anyway.   Roadwork tedious and slow. No clue where this road leads to. Before a pile of dirt for days I think about the whole truth.   Maziar Ouliaei-NiaCopyright © 2002
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