Freedom For Iranians Poem by Joseph Ikhenoba

The skies are dark in Iran
Shadows on the walls
Ravens feeding on earth worms.
Helpless sparrows
Forced to turban in striking sun.
With girls turne away from scrolls of schools at thirteen.
To lay the beds of ancestors.
Men old enough to be their fathers.
Against their wishes.
No freedom here.
But voices met with clubs
And bullets.
No sweetness here.
A parrot journalist
Was chained behind a cage.
With drops of vinegar
On his dry tongue.
The hyena in power
Ali Khomeini
And his cubs
Have sent a paradise
Into exile.
Air strikes on roofs
Crimson liquid on the streets
Thorns everywhere.
But no one lives forever.
We all carry death in our pockets.
And someday, the chained sparrows
Shall be free
And sing a new song.