by Taymaz Valley21 Jun 2014
I didn’t walk here,
I ran.
I was born into misery;
heartache and woe;
amidst hope;
courage and faith.
You know and I know
that we were lied to;
sabotaged, plotted to abuse,
robbed and murdered.
In the name divinity
brotherhood, holy;
sanity was misplaced
replaced by brutality.
Masses died, and they dug
mass graves and sung
prays, to fool you and I
to believe they cared.
Under the covers;
in dark shadows;
beyond the pale;
they moved callously.
Thus people ran,
we hid scared.
Courage and bravery
they imprisoned, killed dead.
So this land
you and I shared,
by birth left us
wanderers; strangers;
displaced immigrants,
scared and wary of shadows
their immoral steps
left imprinted on the past.
I ran
Iran
but you and I know
tyranny never lasts.