Kahrizak
In class we watched the "Pitch Black"
Everyone must have had an own take
And mine was returning to my past.
To fly we had to go through the chamber
There we lost consciousness for lacking oxygen.
My friends in flight, and the bomb in plane,
Kahrizak's forced landing by Ali Solati, Hercules.
Then I moved, in my mind with questions:
"Why set bomb in plane and take lives? "
This has been life puzzle and always has remained:
"Why? "
This echoed in my mind with crash of craft and lost lives
In the film "Pitch Black"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem