The price we paid

Elahe poems

Father don't tell mamma but i am sentenced to death

All the memories you gave your son are gonna be in the grave

 

Father in this land our lives have no worth

We're just numbers to them, today on the gallow i'll be the forth

 

Father i used to think we're all doomed over here and we'll never be free

But i figured destiny is in our own hands and look where it got me

 

Father forgive me if i had ever raised my voice on you

My own medicine didn't taste good

although i think how they yell at me is overdo

 

Father they think these walls will stop me

But people won't forget what my fight means

 

Father don't be worried cos i am not

I've achieved my goal even if i'm gone by the dawn

Father these bars may be cold but my heart stays warm

and when the time comes mother's lullaby is what i'll hum

 

Father i'm not gonna lie i'll miss the way you hold me

But i know my people's fate is not pain it's glory

 

Father on my behalf kiss my brother's forehead

Tell him he won't be alone and i'd do anything for him

Remind him he doesn't need to run cos he's got wings to fly

So he can visit me anytime he wants

 

Father don't shed a tear don't let these revolting people see a strong man breaks

I'll stay straight and steady till the last moment and shout out for liberty's sake

But i can only hope, on the chair my feet wouldn't shake

 

Father don't be afraid that this might be the end of me cos it's the end of them as well

Motherland has eventually turned for them into hell

 

So this is what it feels like to take back what belongs to you

Father you don't need to wish there was something you could do

You've already done more than enough you don't even need to pray

Even my last breath is devoted to our bigger goal before these home butchers take it away

 

No last words but i'll give them one last warning

The universe will haunt them down and after our dark night will come the morning

  • Author: Elahe poems (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2023 01:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is the story of the man. Mohammad mehdi karami was a young man from my country who got hung not even for a crime but only for protesting. On his last call he told his father not to give the news to his mother. Torture and execution have been heppening alot in my country for years but now it's worst than ever. Everyday more innocent people get punished. Writing it was hard but not saying anything was harder.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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