Stormy memories

One stormy wave of Human Ocean

breaking frame of the old life...

                                                     With no caution

the people's cry

heard from the dark

is drawing a red line ...

                                      a historical mark

bringing on arms

a young  wounded man

running blood

stop it ...

matter of... if they ever can

the memories of gone

are all sad... and no fun

putting on the earth ...

red carnation

a new symbol ...

for the rising old nation

demo's front has past the red lights

the struggle...

 is... for human rights

many babies ...

in their mothers‘ arms

joined the demos

from the far away farms

expecting tomorrows...

                       full of bright hours

tomorrows...

                     full of shinning stars

listen to the cry...is agitation

hearts all shouting... in their rapid palpitation

stormy rise ...

blood on the earth... red  carnations

 with true essence of

being against ... all oppressions

dreams of rising men ...

                                     never came true

not a true love...

just a killing flue

Farah Notash

Tehran Jan 1992

Book 4

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