POETRY

>>>PERSIAN

Who put my son Youssef on fire?

He must have a heart darker than oil

My daughter’s doll is a skull in Darfur

A woman half buried in the dirt

Showered with dark ages stones

The arm of a child

Smashed under the truck of righteousness

For stealing a loaf of bread

I can’t stop these images

Spinning and spinning around my head

In the calmness of my lonely cave

I know if I step out of my circle

Thousands of debris penetrates into my flesh

But a voice in my head repeats

Take the step

Take the step

>>>PERSIAN