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)
- 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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