Cairo to Sanaa
Though barefoot and hatless
-have the world in pocket
It was same in old days
-with crops and the seeds
-when salted and roasted
Grandmas gave handful
-in skirts and pockets
Playful and painless
-of the life, what happened
-we took them between teeth
-broke them, chewed on them
History, ancestors
-the plains and mountains
- Fereidoon, Azhidehak to Jamshid
-and Darius and Cyrus and others.
-to books of Herodotus
And later
-the Arabs and Islam
-in lands of Rome, Iran
-to today's massacre in Texas
-to Yemen where people
-are like wheat in summer
-harvested by oil sold
-to US and the world
-to dance-sword
-of Trump
-and selling armament
-bombers and the planes
- (The U.S. advancement? ? ?)
To "Woman who flipped…"
-for showing mid-finger
-to Trump's motorcade
- "got fired…"
To missile of Yemen in Riyadh
-being shot by US anti-gun?
To arrests by the King! ! !
-families, relatives
- (that revive memories
-of Iraq and Kazar…)
I have world in pocket
I have world in pocket
I have world in pocket
And find them all B. S.
And find them all B. S.
And find them all B. S.
Feel like best for the time
-is being anarchist
- returning to times when
-our best was fist-fighting
I have world in pocket
I have world in pocket
I have world in pocket
And find them all B. S.
And find them all B. S.
And find them all B. S.
Go to hell all of you
-White House and
-Jamaran in Tehran
-to Dawning, Cuba
-to castle "Kremlin"
I have world in pocket
I have world in pocket
I have world in pocket
And find them all B. S.
And find them all B. S.
And find them all B. S.
Love to be "Anarchist! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem