World War III
Spring seasoned the soil with spices to enliven its vitality
Revived world-weary creatures of nature
to their reawakening
But Renaissance remains a chapter in past history
Politics plague present generations
with a global pandemic of auditory infections
as ringing bullets and bombs sing eternally
in the pulsing eardrums of battle-scarred society
Mother Earth never thirsted for her children’s blood
But diets change
White blossoms sprinkle bare branches of
Iranian sour-cherry trees of Spring
to salute the arrival of a New Year
New beginnings
Become
New endings
fall
into
Grim Reaper’s
prison of
neonatal mortality
Tree branches wear
the Emperor’s New Clothes
endemic suffering
international economic sanctions
sanction the sorrow of the same
Tehran youth raising green fists and
bellowing out for a better tomorrow
the United Nations
unites the nations to
warrant woes
infringe on sovereignty
In the name of international security
scratch that –
hypocrisy
redefines rights of humanity to the rights of first-world Security Council countries
Politics plague present heads of states
with a global pandemic of ocular impairment
As insatiable appetites for power push
justice to the periphery of moral vision
strip dry eyes of their ability to shed tears
so that clarity can reign again
Yes, there are two sides to a story
Human suffering saturates
every slice of history
Including yours
And mine
but Israel – war will not be the answer
pouring salt will not heal humanity’s wounds
Look and listen
to the revolution cries
north
south
east
west
of you
Can’t you see
how differently the words
“president” and “people” read?
do not restrain rebirth from its emergence
I can see an invincible Spring fighting for freedom
from the winter winds that cage it
Do not alter the paths that nature paves for itself
I do not want to live in WWIII’s
post-apocalyptic world
of simple sticks and stones
The Stone Age is not worth repeating
