Dracula
In silence of the dark
And neutral
I sit as sitting in cinema
Each pixel fooling me
It’s enlarged to life size
I see deep
I see start
As if seeing springs from bubbles
The bubbles out of sands or of mud
1800s and a bat, vampire
All in black; Red in mouth
Blood of innocents with trust
They hosted and welcomed
What a witch, what a bitch
Vampire, Dracula was the guest
Not many but few
Life in hand
All risking what they have
From wealth to family and own life
They are Khans
Sheikhs, Mullahs
And labors, preachers
Of all kinds
In simple
Dignitaries with pride
They have heard stories
Have refined and retold
They have danced to Atan
Practiced their Yoga
And much more
In locals
Secretly spread chest to chest
“One way out”
They shouted
“Like Zahhak; Azhidehak;
We must kill this devil,
Freidoon is needed and Kaveh
To save our innocents, ”
The same or similar
Were elsewhere
With local slogans
But the witch
Vampire
Sucked blood
Left behind
Same disease
Contagious
Love of blood
“Bite and suck.”
It was then
The hellish time of all
Then faiths came
Branches with claims
“I have seen the unseen.”
“That sainthood I represent.”
These puppets were Mahdi or Jesus
Even both
Some came in Uniform
Tsar’s but were the pawn
To nights’-King
These babies
Fooled and killed
Genocide, bloodshed
Destroyed mind and heart
Brainwashed
Stole-raped
I see then
Oh poor you
The foolish innocents
I love you but with hate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem