Iran
I didn’t walk here, I ran.
I was born into misery; Heartache and sorrow. Amidst hope; Courage and faith.
You know and I know That we were lied to; Sabotaged, plotted to abuse, Robbed and murdered.
In the name divinity Brotherhood, holy; Sanity was misplaced Replaced by brutality.
Masses died, and they dug Mass graves and sung Prays, to fool you and I To believe they cared.
Under the covers; In dark shadows; Beyond the pale; They moved callously.
So people ran, We hid scared. Courage and bravery They imprisoned, killed dead.
So this land You and I shared, By birth left us Wanderers; strangers; Displaced immigrants, Scared and wary of shadows Their immoral steps Left imprinted on the past.
I ran Iran But you and I know Tyranny never lasts.
The Cherry Tree
He carved his name; Game of lovers; Then hers, With a heart and arrow.
They kissed; And laughed; And sang Old songs.
They would return Every day to kiss That summer Sky; the wind; them and me.
My shade they loved. He with his straw hat; She with her polka dot dress; Me and the birds witness.
The winds changed; Beneath my yellowing leaves They said goodbye And kissed forever last.
Past time has, With regrets. Returned they have not; No more have I been caressed.
And in the cool of the summer I sit waiting at dawn, Remembering those two Who spelt out love. |