I am an Iranian-American who is deeply saddened by the earthquake. I am not one to usually write poems, but I wrote this one to relieve some of my pain.
in the coldest night of dec. 25, some lay asleep in mud-houses and feel their family's vibe not knowing whether it was their last night in the city of silkroads and history within some dreamt of the future that might look so bleak others dreamt of love, and happiness and one thing they dreamt of peace a peace so divine it caught them in the still of the night and took their breath away for the very last time
the morning awoke of devastation so near so far and away everyone cried out of fear this fear for their loved ones trapped underneath their many years of labor keeping them below heaps
such outrage, such anger such emotions of no avail no one to blame nowhere to get help the children are crying the women are crying the men are crying too the world watches in horror what can we do?
thousands of miles away i watch in disbelief as mass graves have arose and trenches so deep they throw in each blanket covered with a rose and wish it goodbye to the next family to be buried they go
another night has come to Bam this time it is different smoke rises from the ashes the heaps and the labor take everyones breath another day is to come to deal with more death
in Bam they weep and tears have frozen for they are freezing without blankets or heat and the thoughts of their relatives keep them from sleep
and nothing can be done to prevent such a thing for Bam we are hurting
to fly away with the dead and their white dove's wing