Long before prophet’s
Hatred disguised itself
As twisted truth, promising
Virgins in paradise’ turf.
Long before bigotry became
Official – calling Jews impure,
Christians infidels, Bahaie’s
non-existent for the sake of its moor.
Long before name calling
Became a sophisticated melody
Masking itself as trumpet of orphans
Advocating peace and harmony.
Long before a mother’s
Laughter became heartache
In shape of blood stain
Painting her soul.
Long before the cruelty
Of firing squad mowed down
Noble ones guilty of honor even
In the last moment and its dawn.
Long before naïve minds sold out
To lies twisting past, snake-charming
Present, poisoning tomorrow
By this story in the making.
There was your heart devouring
Smile on sidelines, my struts
To impress your soul,
One story that remained untold.
That smile makes any soul
Wannabe “Cyrus-the-Great”
Just to claim that I had the honor
Kiss her hand at night, my “Esther.”
