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My land

My land
by Farinaz Aryanfar
24-Dec-2007
 

My land

is that lady who searched

from the moment the sun woke up

until the moon took over

for twenty years or more

every prison in my nation

to find

her executed husband.

My land

is that child

who was gave birth to

in a prison cell, last year.

Or maybe the mother

who shouted out the pain

while bringing the embryo to life

by cursing the baby’s father

-the man who raped her-.

My land

is the man on tv

from exile

who encourages me

to boycott the elections

in the hope for Americans to help

by bombing my land.

Or the old man

who is watching tv

and hoping to find

some radiation of light

in the face of the speaker…

My land

is the unknown art student

who was passing by

and accidentally

got arrested

in a wide

student demonstration

and became

the hero of my land.

My land

is the writer who was imprisoned

many times

either when the lions ruled

or when the vultures came.

Oh my land,

You are so lonely my land.

You are alone my land.

www.farinazaryanfar.com

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Inglorious land

by truth (not verified) on

of degenerates and liars
of child rapists and mass murderers
of filthy, dirty mullahs
of legions of foul-smelling blind magots
of stinking cowards, traitors and savages
of primitives, revolting to God and man
of Vilest of the vile unfit, unworthy
of the gift of life!
Begone! Die! Vanish!
And defile no more this beautiful World
With your ineffable Ugliness and Evil!


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Unfolding Destiny

by Mona (not verified) on

May the tumult of God’s Cause so shake that land to its foundations, may the spiritual force of His Word so manifest itself, as to make Írán the core and focus of well-being and peace. May rectitude and conciliation, and love and trust, issuing forth from Írán, bring immortality to all on earth. May she raise on the highest summits the banner of public order, of purest spirituality, of universal peace.


Manoucher Avaznia

And Also...

by Manoucher Avaznia on

My land is that hero who has defeated all elements of destruction:

She has pulled out all fangs of intrigues and tricks.

Summits of poetry has kneeled before its Hafez

Masters of brushes amazed at his Monee.

Great thoughts envy its Zartosht.

It is the land of ever-lasting sunshine:

Envy of those who bowed to darkness.

 My land is a young mother

Pregnant with thousands of new concepts and dreams,

Millions of new strong children are born from her pained skirt.

My land is the very fountain of life:

It's the ever-green cyprus of Sabzvaaraan.

Peerooz Baashee

 


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