Iran, USA and Canada
I read an article
Funny, sad, terrible
Of death of Ken Taylor,
Of the time I witnessed
Too well I, remember…
Embassy was raided in Iran.
I can see in these words
One ancient proverb
Old observes in adobe
What youths see in mirror.
Honestly come to mind
North and South Saga of, America.
Having friends
In both sides of a war
Was he right?
Yes and not.
Poor were the US guys
Fearing loss of life
Lives in hands and in need
Helping them was indeed
The best gift and best deed
That is what Taylor did.
Give shelter to perceive
The kindness, humbleness
But you are trustee
Permitted to hold key
How can you give cover
To the foe, enemy
Of the house, its master?
I look at blank wall
Try to, not take side
Being humble and honest
Healthy with open chest
Hard is to, become judge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem