Banned
Still in my early twenties,
Was sent to USA, studied,
And there, I met "Ebi, "
One of young communists.
In time of the Cold War
Right called left: "The evil! "
We, both, read Kapital
The great work of Marx.
Different must have been
My feelings, and of his…
I was a toddler in this field
Just learning my walking…
Then he talked of Revolt
In revolt…by Debray.
Had albums of photos, music
Both were full and were rich.
To him, I, was baby…
Iranian government, our mentor,
Had shelves of "Forbidden! "
Born and raised as Muslim
I was far from "Left"
Followed him slowly
When defined: "Freedom! "
He felt the poverty
And talked of equality.
Losing good classmates
To me, turned to habit…
Two sides of "Forbidden, "
We lived like lamb, lion!
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