Tell Me Poem by Mohsen Musavi

Tell me
Tell me of your plan
Not of the one the BB-SEE
But the one that shock every man

Of the cities who meet your shells
On the grave land of the mid-east
Where innocents die on their dwells
And the blood you feed your feast

Of the acts of self defense
Against defenseless children
And your war machine interference
To choke screams of women and men

Tell me, tell me
The nations you've torn apart
And the wars you decree
And the homes you are to destruct

How the dollars of tax payers
Consume Syria, Iraq and if Egypt
Dreamed the end of alternators
When Gaza under the siege was kept

Tell me
You are good at argument
How peace is the top enemy
I'll find you bare in your judgment

Your dark night is promising
But it cannot immortal be
And resistance is not submitting
I am waiting so please tell me