2 beautiful poems by
a young Iranian lady:
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Somewhere
Somewhere in Iran,
a father sobs
through bomb-shattered nights
hunger drains the blood of children
Somewhere we eat the sputum of our pride
when we know nothing and blunder
Somewhere in Iran,
a woman sees her sick man
teeter on the edge of midnight
and turn his back to her and all forever
Somewhere in this society we lost our heads
amid the malls and benzes and pre-med degrees and fake noses
showing and competing ignorant minds
Somewhere in Iran,
a mother awaits her man, her son
in chains of an oppressor
or waits for those who never return from war
and still endures we know not How
And yet amid the smoking debris
of a fear-driven world
while you juggle in a cubicle from 9-5
or roam around your parent's cash
Somewhere in Iran,
a woman gives the world an artist:
a child who dances and paints
dreams and weaves a poem around the universe
plunging down the womb
to fire a cell
sinking down a borehole
to probe the spring of life
from where the earth will rise
and meet the sky
Somewhere in ancient Persia, it is told
a man made a song
out of the wailing of a dove
a song that moved all animals
to rise and kill the serpent
who ate the bird's young ones
To know our sorrow
is to know our joy--
Somewhere in the future
a Persian mother will rejoice.
Tell Me News
Tell me of a mother in Ghome
who hanged herself in her room
with a blanket
was she punch drunk?
Tell me of a student in Tehran
who flung himself to death
from the tenth floor of a building
did his grip fumble with the loneliness up there?
Tell me of a hooded man in Mashad's streets
who picked out others of his own blood on a parade
was his skin beginning
to turn with soltitude?
Tell me of a girl who wore red lipstick
and returned home pregnant
from a prison cell
has she been charged under the Immortality Act?
Tell me of a journalist
who hanged himself in jail
with a piece of his torn pair of jeans
was he hiding a pair of scissors in the cell?
Tell me my native land
has the gruesome sight
of a mangled corpse
not begun to sit on your conscience?
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