nader baheri

Fathers Against Sons - Poem by nader baheri

The day when father died
I was only a child
Without any fears
And didn’t care about life

But they came to me step by step
I wished I had died instead

As I was drowning in the darkness
When I needed his mercy and bless
I was left in the cruelness
Hated the ones came and dictated for my little worthless life in their creepy congress

Soon in the darkness I saw Devil, his face
As I was fighting for the life as the rat race
Not to love when any one doesn’t love
Not to think about God and heaven and hell above

To stab back any one who tries to stab
To replenish between me and me a far gap
A wolf in ship’s clothing tries to shake hand
Cut the hand either a woman or a man

Now the devil is dead, free
But he squats inside me
So I never make a son for a fun
Let the God himself make his own son

Comments about Fathers Against Sons by nader baheri

  • Lyn Paul (8/20/2013 4:32:00 PM)

    As Heather said we must move on, as hard as it may be. Bottlling life up inside doesnot work. clearing all of this can give you a chance to move on. Otherwise it will hold you back. You have so much to give to others who will grow from your experience. Thank You (Report) Reply

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  • Sina Farajzadeh (8/17/2013 3:05:00 PM)

    Hi Nader. I read this poem. I like your picture. Well. A long poem needs a long discussion. There are a lot to say. At first I want to know that did you make an allusion to my poem, (Weeping Sheep) by this line?
    A wolf in ship’s clothing tries to shake hand

    To tell the truth, you know that I am a pessimist and I believe the same things as you do. (Of course we may have some different points of view) . Life is bitter and whoever is responsible to this bitterness is to be blamed and not the human beings who suffer. In one of my sentences in a story I remember that I said Men are so weird! We all suffer and if you ask anyone who suffers more, they would mention themselves! . I know this fact. If you lost your father, I would say that my poem (Dears Die) can be a condolence for you. You said:
    Not to think about God and heaven and hell above

    This is not true about my character... I always think about such issues. If you read (Lord of the Flies) by Golding, I would say that I am a person like Simon. I am searching for truth. But reach no point. Sometimes I get mad at this point. hehe. Anyway, the last two lines are much shiny for me. You know, it's been years that I think about this problem. I never wanted to be. Maybe my parents are guilty for it. I don't want to be guilty too. I lived a very good life in comparison to the other boys in the same social level as I am. My father provided almost everything I wanted. Maybe that's why I love him and I'm still alive... But I psychologically had a problem with my existence! Damn... On the other hand I really love children. I don't know should I bring a person to this bitter life for my own pleasure and love or not? This is a hard question that passage of time would answer it. Thanks for your poem. Good Luck.
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  • Kelvin Owusu (7/29/2013 5:52:00 AM)

    an interesting piece, the truth about life is we have both god and the devil within us there comes aday where we fight both choice made for the path we take. a great write (Report) Reply

  • Kelvin Owusu (7/29/2013 5:50:00 AM)

    an interesting piece, the truth about life is we have both god and the devil within us there comes aday where we fight both choice made for the path we take. a great write (Report) Reply

  • Ellias Anderson Jr. (7/28/2013 5:35:00 AM)

    what a nice poem Bro. This poem is full of truth, reality, and the life's harms. A man who himself became a man.
    Great write dear.
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  • Heather Wilkins (7/27/2013 12:05:00 PM)

    it is a bitter experience to lose someone dear while still in childhood. but we must carry on and not let the devil get the best of us. a powerful write. (Report) Reply

  • Robinson (7/11/2013 2:16:00 AM)

    The devil inside, the devil inside,
    everyone of us has a devil inside.
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  • Patricia Grantham (7/10/2013 10:06:00 AM)

    A son that was broken by so many things that
    worked against him will eventually break free
    and be all that God wants him to be. Our greatest
    father is God and only He is able to break the bonds
    of the Devil. An inspiring write.
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  • Poetheart Morgan (7/8/2013 7:21:00 AM)

    I fell related, somethings are unforgetable and without our knowing we follow that same tune... (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/8/2013 7:06:00 AM)

    The bitter experiences of life especially in childhood can have far reaching repercussions! The untimely death of your father and the others taking his position and dictating things must have made you an angry man! But with maturity you have learnt to overcome such bitterness! The devil though dead squats inside, that's what you fear! But don't worry, as you hope, God will make you His own son! A candid confession coming from a repentant heart! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 8, 2013

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