What a pleasant surprise
Today i received a note
from a young Iranian poet
who liked my poems,
maybe his leaders aren't so serious
about wiping my family off the map
maybe he doesn't agree,
with the atomic build up
or a Third World War
maybe the bellicose
threats are only
for sales of ammunition cartels
and all the rest is idle talk
perhaps I can breathe easily
and the Chamberlains are
right this time and
there are no eleven thousand
rockets aimed at me
the Chinese and Indians
have made wonderous industrial leaps
and aren't threatening
the use of atomic weaponry
Ah but they have an A Bomb,
so what's the problem
Iran feels insecure,
so let them have a tiny
itzy bitzy bomb, of their own
what was that,
you say they are irresponsible
and threaten war
well, it comes from feeling insecure
so why are we discriminating
against them
eventually all the countries
in the world, will have
their own itzy bity tiny
bomb to blow us all to bits
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem