ده دقیقه به نُه

To the innocent blood of our little beautiful sister NEDA

 

Omid shams

 

We are the people eating our mutilated corpses of dreams

Under the shadow in secret

We are the people with our shivering hands in our pockets

With our sewed eyes in our suitcases with our heart-ripping bleeding screams in our depositories, boxes

We are the people with a little shiny hope – deep in our fabulous Persian eyes- which tells us lovely bedtime stories when we close our eyes at the endless night.

We are the people of patience and patience and patience

We are the people of pride and pride and pride

We are the people of pain and pain and pain

We are the people of wrath at the end just like the Gods

And we are people just like others

Like others we love smooth skin, shy lips and dark eyes

Like others we love warm kisses in the rain

Like others we move we think we hate we hide we cry and we try.

Like the others we go to gardens and parks and streets looking at each other asking with eyes: ARE YOU WITH US

We watch the blood in the streets like popular soap operas

We feel the lumps in 70 million throats

We live death like a fish lives ocean around

We embrace beloveds- oh beloveds – from behind in darkness, touching the shaking body whispering in velvet flushing ears: O Beloveds! ARE YOU WITH US

When you are melting down under the dungeons, black holes and anonymous veils, O Beloveds

?ARE YOU WITH US

When we are talking to a fucking dumb bullet face to face to calm it Down

When we try to introduce the arms legs and back but possibly not the head to the gentle batons of the riot police

When we turn back to the CNN,s camera and rub the blood of a pregnant woman and our little beautiful sister on the lens

!O Beloveds of the world

With your endless hearts with your endless charms

   ?ARE YOU WITH US