Mystery Of A Peace Accord - Poem by Shahabuddin Nagari
Decorated floral designs on the doors are burned down
With the fires of war. Dinner sets went flying like warships
From the dining tables. As you walk on the Iranian carpets
It seem to me American tank columns are advancing.
Your pet cat follows me all the times like a spy
Inside the cushion of my sofa you plant mines
Instead of cotton. Telephone always rings like sirens.
Like scared stiff I switch off the lights of the house
And like defeated soldier sit still in a corner.
But every day we fly white flags and make truce
And sign a long-lasting no-war contract with a kiss.
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