Freedom Poem by Kianush Maleki

look at the street u walked yesterday
the roads have been painted red and gray

once, i hold my love's hand
there, freedom is now banned

lonely on the earth, as if God is dead
rulers are ruling, even they shut my head

doom is not far, it's now and daily
pain is gain, freedom whispers rarely

death of my vote, my choice
autocratically has shut the voice

I stand once more, until death
let they say i am a dust from heath

dudes, babes, let us shout every night
when sun sleeps, let us be the light

we were born innocent, they call us guilty
my vote was minute, but never filthy

why did u throw my word away?
why did u made a shout, a way?

am i the dust of this land?
do i who write with wrong hand?

I want to walk it is not my fault
God made me I can never halt

i want to walk and hold her hand
it is my right, that is my land