A Poem About Iran
"Wait a bit, the dawn is near"
It’s a cold night and I am tired,
There’s a long walk and I can’t even feel my feet.
All I see is darkness and a dead beam
I am walking down this road all alone or is this just a daydream?
It’s dark,
And there is no one here to talk.
Then in the dismal twilight of my thoughts I hear:
Wait a bit stranger, don’t you know the dawn is near?
Remember when 30 years ago they said:
They’d bring the money from oil to our houses?
That they’d wash the stain of evil kingship off our blouses?
So what happened to those dreams, those hopes, those visions?
Did they steal the gold and replace it with bronzes?
My sister, my brother, my friend,
No change started with weary feet and drowsy souls.
So let’s get up and do something
Change something, build something, grow something,
One thing
Because when our voices are united,
The morning comes.
"Wait a bit, the dawn is near"
It’s a cold night and I am tired,
There’s a long walk and I can’t even feel my feet.
All I see is darkness and a dead beam
I am walking down this road all alone or is this just a daydream?
It’s dark,
And there is no one here to talk.
Then in the dismal twilight of my thoughts I hear:
Wait a bit stranger, don’t you know the dawn is near?
Remember when 30 years ago they said:
They’d bring the money from oil to our houses?
That they’d wash the stain of evil kingship off our blouses?
So what happened to those dreams, those hopes, those visions?
Did they steal the gold and replace it with bronzes?
My sister, my brother, my friend,
No change started with weary feet and drowsy souls.
So let’s get up and do something
Change something, build something, grow something,
One thing
Because when our voices are united,
The morning comes.