Prince and Imperial Guard

Prince and Imperial Guard
by Farhad Zaltash

Imperial Guard never mourns

With a public caravan

But in heart.


Immortal one took an oath

So princess’ smile shall last

The darkness of the night

But it did not.


So the jolly prince or his

Bride can take a safe ride,

He wielded a sword

But dishonored it by

Not pulling out on the mob.


Now that mob claims to

Be a remorseful crowd,


Now that the vultures

Have taken over of

The ancient hut,


Now that mayhem, darkness

And blood

Claim our nest as slaughterhouse


I am a shameful immortal one,

At the mercy of my ghosts at night,


Your pain forever etched

On my soul and your voice echoing

In my heart,

I see my own tribe in your blood,

I see my days tailing your sunrise,


Now that the prince has taken a last ride,

I give you one more oath,

That there is an inner-monarch

Who will never cease to go ahead

And beyond, despite carrying your sorrow

Always in his heart,


Rest in peace lonely soul

As I have chores to do

To redeem my own soul

Since I abandoned and left you behind.


Let my restless conscience be always

Behind to do more good,

So I can subdue the lurking murmurs

On the conscious of this tribe.


Rest in peace.




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Guard was Honorable to the very End ...

by Harpi-Eagle on


I realize there may be a lot of symbolism in your poem, but please be aware that the Guard (Both Imperial and Javidan) faught the mobs to the bitter end, and it was only the treason of the Vatan Foroosh like Ghareh Baghi and Fardoost that brought the country to its knees.  Just like 1400 years ago when Salman Farsi (The Traitor) brought our nation down to the Tazi hords, may they all burn in hell eternal.

Haji Pirouz, I was just wondering how it makes you feel if I tell you the generals of your Avatar were all Pimps and Extortionists in Shahreh Noe before the tragedy of 1979.  You see, you need to do some research about people like Rafighdoost, Mohsen Rezaie, Lajevardi, I garauntee you won't like what you find, they were all Lot o Chaghookesh, pimps and Bajgirs.  Have one of your Iranian relatives translate what I'm telling you here, OK loser?  Get a life.

Payandeh Iran, our Ahuraie Fatherland

Farhad Zaltash


by Farhad Zaltash on


That conflict, the tug of war between good and evil, is indeed at the core of existence.

True, the good does not always triumph.   But, to balance the  darkness of the night there is always a promising sunrise, which follows.

Not to dismiss the fact that the very darkness itself becomes its own enemy, seeking out a light, to break its own back.


Farhad Zaltash


by Farhad Zaltash on

You are welcome.


Thank you

by DelilahNY on

for your heartfelt poem.


It is the plastic screen which unites, it is the plastic screen which tears apart.


Every man has got a breaking point

by dariaphoto on

‎"Because there's a conflict in every human heart between the rational and the irrational, between good and evil. The good does not always triumph. Sometimes the dark side overcomes what Lincoln called the better angels of our nature.

Every man has got a breaking point."

- Apocolypse Now  
















by AryamehrNYC on

Why don't you do us all a huge favor and go play fetch on the Santa Monica Freeway.  Hopefully you will be more useful as a hood ornament.

Sargord Pirouz

What a bunch of

by Sargord Pirouz on

What a bunch of C-R-A-P. 

But this is just the kind of fantastic delusion we've come to expect from some of you people.