Rainy eyes
Most of times I cry
To hardship of mankind.
Hate greed, use of force
Use of gun…Injustice
Narrow mind…Caring less!
Want to fight
Want to fight
Want to fight
How can I?
How can I?
How can I?
My jailed voice
Is the wind and the gust
That adds to hate, disgust!
It rains in Chicago
Montreal, Toronto
Florida, Louisiana
Or Paris or London
And world knows!
Come down God and angels!
But if is in Yemen
Syria or Turkmen
Or Amol, Damavand…
No one cares
No one sees
Except dead, ones who die,
Or diggers of tombs!
What a shame!
Shame!
Shame!
Shame!
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I would like to translate this poem