Poetry I ran By Jam June 19, 2003 The Iranian I ran when I was lost in your narrow street, your face, once a legend, now smeared in oil, dust and heat I ran when I could, as far as the other side, hearing here and there how many abused you, therefore me But you've seen worse, and what do you care about honor, or a name? what do I care about what once was? but cannot be? Not a day without your name somewhere, not once was I free of your spell, you've seen us all, in our shiny or humble cloak, wearing the same senile smile I ran for I was tired of crying, and now more tears than ever for a lot more like me * Send this page to your friends COMMENT For letters section To Jam * Advertising * Support iranian.com * FAQ * Reproduction * Write for Iranian.com * Editorial policy

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