Blue box
Once again you and I
Once again memories
Once again stories,
Of dislike!
Of dislike!
Of dislike!
Can be healed?
No cannot!
No cannot!
No cannot!
Unless I fall and die
-ends my life…
So, pray that I die! ! !
Mine is not by mullahs
-neither is by just one!
-My pain is from the Washington
-CIA, FBI, Pentagon…
I loved you and so want
-each moment I try…
And try and try and try
-but cannot, no cannot!
You left home with good pay
-spy, under cover
-as member of a team to train
-some of you wore caps "TAFT".
Your name and your place, special
-was known as: "Northern-Click! "
Well-paid with lavish-life
-you flirted with gals
-brainwashed, followed
-you; with your way and style…
You ignored rest of us
-as if were stinking trash, junks!
Oh, my-me
-open eyes, can you see?
I wonder if you can
-remember and recall
Blue Box!
Blue Box!
Blue Box!
That is what is placed
-in the RF, Fighter
-which is known as "Phantom"
-made by McDonnell Douglas.
Washington sold them and
-while was paid by our oil
-used them for own favour.
Bought by us, paid by us
-we flew days and nights,
-for "friend? " … not for us!
-We did it for "The best", "USA"! ! !
I felt like Indians
-deprived of their own lands
-insulted, raped and called: "Savage! "
I felt like the "Blacks"
-hunted and in shackles
-transferred far away
-as child or as parent
-not to see home again…
-The Master would call them:
- "Hey boy" or "Negro" or a "Nigger."
This is how compressed
-hate-mountain in my chest!
-Whenever remember past friends
-visualise the flesh scattered…
Oh, please brothers
-go to mosques and churches
-bow and kneel, seek me help.
Want to love.
Want to love.
Want to love.
Hate the hate.
Hate the hate.
Hate the hate.
Wish I had Alzheimer,
-amnesia to forget:
-Blue Box! And its likes…
-your bossy behaviour…
Can be healed?
Guess cannot!
Guess cannot!
Guess cannot!
You have dug very deep
-used chisels, drilling
-into rock of my heart
-into mass of my mind…
Wish had not!
Wish had not!
Wish had not!
You did and…
I cannot!
I cannot!
Have dreams and nightmares
-see your cap and long nails
-you stand with red eyes
-and demand devil-like
-my friends sacrificed
-to have you satisfied!
We are sold like slaves…
I become forced to side…
-therefore, I agree with:
- "Death to the America! "
In front is mirror
-in it see my friends
-Blue Box! Blue Box!
In times I see you in my own boat
-as soldiers, officers, brainwashed.
You, too, are deprived of the right eye
-to observe what goes on…
Patted are you and I with the lies:
- "Veteran…veteran…veteran…"
Both of us; you and I
-are the fools to corrupt
-to those in politics!
This bitch and prostitute
-this bastard, this devil…
Let us leave the devils to themselves
-alike are the kings and presidents
-as well as the Emirs and the sheikhs
-ministers in churches
-and mullahs in the mosques…
-They are same all the way to early pioneers
- (The Aaron's descendants…)
To feel me follow me in search for a plane.
My colleague has crashed with Phantom;
-on branch, hangs a piece of flesh; is rotten.
-Was it of Khajeh Noori? Co-pilot's?
-They flew in Cold War to inform USA.
-Imagine walking with the TAFT man:
- "Must save the Blue Box; nothing else! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem