My Peugeot 504
I read of the "Boyden"
-Canada's good writer
-we met and he has signed
- "Orenda" to my name
-the words and paragraphs
-take me to, the times passed
For years I, like many
-shouted out, burned inside
- "Enough of corruptions"
- "Enough of dictators"
- "Enough of betrayals"
Risked our lives
-we went on
When near and for sure
-was revolt in our rules
-Shah left and the changes
-were coming, no reverse
Mass stood as if was
-flight of the locust
I drove my Peugeot,
-in it was woman, sick
-in pain and urgent need
-I became ambulance
When we reached the line of
-men marching; slogans…
Some of them approached us
-went to sides of my car
-tilted and meant to lift,
-and have it turned over
- "You devil…filthy rich…"
Annoyed and worried and angry
-I wondered and tried to speak:
- "Are you ones that I am defending? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem