Shahin Najafi Tapesh2012 perforing in in Köln 30.08.08
Like the girl with her hymen sewn
And the poor one in the fire thrown
Like my mother’s oppressive lot
Summed up in her kettle and pot
Her body yet unseen
Her unveiling unforeseen
She said after life she would no doubt go to hell
There she would suffer dangling by her hair
I said, isn’t heaven under mothers’ feet?*
Mother, heaven is busy, catch the world you meet
She said the cantor’s prayer makes me shudder
I said fear has become your rudder
Seventy years of womanhood is exploitation
No life but fear and degradation
A woman innocent, her existence was her crime
Transformed, beaten into submission to be made prime
What happens to a woman who hasn’t been cheating
She is the object of fifty years of beating
She has to stay prone and unheard
Not even imagine an uncaged bird
Always the object of a chaperone peeping
A doll, only considered good for sleeping
You smell of whips and smacks
How much longer blackmailed by Toms and Jacks?
Like Iran you have become a tramp
The future is in your hands lady champ
You smell like our land shattered Gone from being flattered to tattered
We were destroyed by our manhood
Please display your womanhood
Take a bit of your valor perfume
Spray it on us with a plume
Ma’am, we’re not men, count us out
Take the banner and lead the crowd
