History's judgment
I tried to be stile, for long time
I walked the track miles and miles.
You told world: "History will judge us."
I judged you long ago; reminded times and times.
Abraham, the great, as you say, and I like
‘Murderer' he is to, remaining Indians.
Your mirror my dear is sitting on the wall
Wall covers; has hidden ugly side.
You may know, maybe not, some have seen
Clever or smart, hardworking, is bridge.
Abu Gharib was just one; you surface very late
I have seen examples, in Evin and elsewhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
History's judgement is just like reflection from mirror about reality. Nice writing.