Days of Pain and Sorrow

Days of Pain and Sorrow

A Poem by Nima.Hope

God I wish I were in America
Seeing my sister without being afraid
to be killed because of Hijab
The high priced liberty
seems too far for Iran
Saw my people fighting
against the dictator king
through bloody photos of the past
Walked in the street with a photo of the king
an old man saw me and
in a sudden burst into cry:
God bless the king
When these days finish?
Is this God's punish?
When will we breathe freely?
When will we speak freely?"
I ran so he would not see
an 18 year old boy want to cry
I cried cause stil
there are dozens of ways to try
The joy for us,
Iranians, wasn't an option
at all.

© 2022 Nima.Hope


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Gee
The brave that stand up get butchered the would be braves stay quiet. Ruling by fear has long been the way of dictators and tyrants

Posted 3 Months Ago


Nima.Hope

3 Months Ago

sad story of the middle-east.
Thank you Gee.
Liberty should never cost like this...
it is so tragic when there are no options...
we people cannot breathe or speek freely...
Dictators need to have their balls removed.
j.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Nima.Hope

3 Months Ago

Greetings jacob, I guess the news of Iran has been on the nerve of Americans too I guess.
Ira.. read more

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Nima.Hope
Nima.Hope

Vienna, Austria



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A Persia Lover, a bookworm, a music lover and a good friend. I have been involved with poetry since I was 7 but now I've started to publish my poems in a website. I really admire you commenting on m.. more..

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