Tantrum
Following daily life,
Following past to now,
Flowing the gunshots,
Following immigrants,
Sitting with displaced,
Hearing slogans,
Listening to revolts,
I follow hate and love,
And always find a cause:
"Reactions to actions! "
Read of an accident:
- "Drunk was driver,
-killed three innocents."
Remembered in Bushehr
-I flew airplane
-carrying logistics and soldiers.
A Yankee, on return
-was one of passengers.
-Shamelessly he seemed to
-want better treatment
-and get in cabinet.
I, on the other hand
-wished to kick his fat ass
-wanted him faded, dead
-like the fog in the sun!
He drove a car when
-was drunk in midnight
-overran three kids
-killing them on spot.
Since was of USA
-of justice was exempt.
This planted dislike
-which grew to be hate
-of Shah and governments!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem