Lake Urmia
Knowing is very hard
-wish I was piece of rock
-silently sat in wall…
I could be full of eyes
-don't tell me I could not
-we do not know the rock!
Whatever we claim
-is based on our knowledge
-which, in fact, is not much…
Set aside the claims
-and bluffs of mankind:
- "We are the mastermind and know much…"
No, no, no
-we do not!
My knowledge, awareness
-which sure is limited
-comes from, either age or trips, passages
-crossing the borders, the cities, villages
-countries and nations
-and genders, and cultures, and ages…
Wish I too
-like many
-knew not of the Ur.
-This city is great
-has roots in history; lives today.
Ur is not Hebrew, nor is Jewish
-means: "Water, "
-in ancient Assyrian-Language.
My people in Iran
- (most of them, if not all)
-know not why our lake is: "Urmia"
- (If is red, is from blood of Assyrians…)
-Proudly Iran is holder of DNA! Assyrian! ! !
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