My planet, my home

My planet, my home
by Roshanak Amrein
20-Jul-2011
 

In the land that I call home

people of power

give execution orders

and men and women

young and old

fall like autumn leaves

and we say:

Ah.. don’t look at this tyranny,

this ruin

this darkness

It brings sorrows and the sorrow

is not ours.



In the planet that I call home

people of power

give execution orders

and forests and rivers and lakes

and whales and gazelles and eagles

and thousand year old trees

fall like autumn leaves

and we say...

.. we say nothing

we don’t seem to see the tyranny

the ruin

the darkness.



Don’t know how you feel

but for me there is a sense of calm

in knowing

there are trees home to high soaring birds

and seas that have abundant food for the mightiest.



My children’s children

in some great museum

staring at photos of the dead

will say

Was your world really like this?

And I will say

I’m sorry my child.

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Jahanshah Javid

Sorry state

by Jahanshah Javid on

What a beautiful poem. So reflective of our times...

"My children’s children

in some great museum

staring at photos of the dead

will say

Was your world really like this?

And I will say

I’m sorry my child."


Anahid Hojjati

Beautiful poem, Roshanak jan.

by Anahid Hojjati on

In the planet that I call home

people of power

give execution orders

and forests and rivers and lakes

and whales and gazelles and eagles

and thousand year old trees

fall like autumn leaves

and we say...

 

Very nice.