Days of Pain and SorrowA Poem by Nima.HopeGod 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.HopeReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 14, 2022 Last Updated on October 14, 2022 AuthorNima.HopeVienna, AustriaAboutA Literature Lover, a bookworm, a music lover,mostly piano fan. 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 o.. more..Writing
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