I write this for my friend John
Miles away, from Tehran
That no walls can stand
Between my and your hand.
Dear John my lovely friend
All love and peace for you I send
This wall a demonic thing
But can't stop us not to sing.
Together we'll sing loud
That we all are aloud
To meet, hug and kiss
To spread the message of peace.
No matter what but I'll come
By hook or crook anywhere I'm from
The land on which you live
It's the racists who need to leave.
Since the politics is dump
We play violin not trump
Since it just screams
But it can't screw our dreams!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ellias, Wherever you are, Iran, or not, IF you can, I'm sure you are promoting peace and worldwide brotherhood, ...not to mention 'sisterhood'. bri : ))