![]() InscriptionA Poem by Nima.Hope![]() In loving memory of The Shah and His father![]() ![]() warm and full of hope, on the sands of summer, to be the messenger of millions of smiles.
Summer will embrace me and Egypt will open its soil. Time will die in me and I shall sleep in time. My people will dance for joy at my death and their children will weep for me when it is too late. In the last moments I heard their curse, in New York, before the eyes of all nations. I know and can see the day, when future generations will restore my dignity,my pride,my legacy in front of my contemporaries. Alas, the children whom I raised with my tears and sweat, curse me like this, A devoted father I am My once so called friends, Kissinger and his fellas My so called ally, The two faced Jimmy Carter, are calling me the flying Dutchman! Silent they are, Iran is free today! I was the beast, the mullahs are the angels! The so called humanitarians, Won't see the suffering of Iranians. Selling America cheap oil, Bringing my people reign of terror, That's how the mullahs survive. My fooled people are praying For the so called savior to arrive. I put my name,my legacy and tribe, In the hands of history. The history shall judge me Through my actions, heritage" © 2023 Nima.HopeAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 26, 2023 Last Updated on July 26, 2023 Author![]() Nima.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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