The Blanket Of Love Poem by Dr. Tony Beizaee

(In the Memory Of Holocaust Victims)

Once upon the time
In the Kingdom of Forest The Ancient holy trees
growing in humanity Fragrance of unity
Climbed up, as poems that leaves writes upon the sky;
‘'Their Fruits shall be for food And their leaves for healing''
The colorful leaves lithely remain the cheerful
trumpet of miraculous life Heralding with its melodic tune Played gracefully, shared Laughter adroitly, loved blissfully

A vicious thunder of hate
Collapse upon the Kingdom of forest From the West,
Come forth violence of hate
From the North,
Like pool of fear quivering
From the South,
The fluttering of lids darkness the eyes From the East,
Storm of tormented souls
The trunk of the trees
Becomes colorless
Indifferent and ignorance
As silent storm in solitude
To let go, the flexible
Caring loving branches
As Mother, as Tenderness Holds its Beloved child,
As Leaves, gaze in thine own heart
as many as six million makes a noise falling a nostalgic heroism laying in the grave covered in petals of ignominy and injustice perchance to dream as their voice of life could not reach
the ear of life
as deception being praised it becomes a song
that rises from a bleeding

As Churlish defiance
As the sky sank to grief Fell like unstoppable Tears of shame
Wiping out the sun
Into black solitude of darkness
As agony of trench warfare with voice of despair wondering and grieving kingdom of forest without leaves
Is always lonely
With its sad pure silence tears is its fife
The yellow star leaves woven the blanket of love from the ashes
Whose dreams and lives were stolen away
Strewed the graveyard of hopeless shame
To decorate and waver their melody of love
As the candlelight of fallen humanity wavered in the draft as murmuring
As their lips and wind
Wed in eternal sublime kissing
Farewell Our Beloved benevolent heroes
The trees feel naked as shame
As their hearts become stream river of ignorance running as churlish defiance
The ancient tree of life
Bewildered as dethroned king
By its diminutive etymology
Renounced the kingdom of dreams fell down and turn into paper that we may record emptiness as wisdom for eternity,
Never again, Never again
As the yellow star leaves
Woven the blanket of love
From the ashes
Whose dreams and Lives
We're stolen away.