Literature
howling mad as hell
I saw the best minds of a generation decorating the rubble
foundations in tatters, yet painted in a familiar hue
the warm colors of war crime crimson and broken dreams blues
activated by the tears of the damned and the cries of the dead
canvases made of the streets of Mashhad, bodies blooming fresh
clouds cover the mushroom growing o'er a fractured horizon
it's springtime in Ardabil and the pollen of patriotism is falling
see the tears on the faces of the children
who knew they were allergic
what pustule of gangrenous ooze and infection bashed open their skulls
feasting on their futures, their minds and imaginations
Washington! imperialist ugliness behind the mask of misguided altruism
and holier-than-thou rhetoric spoken with forked tongues and forced charm
Washington! Washington! Nightmare of Washington!
loveless purveyor of cruelty and diabolical desperation
venomous bite concealed in the cold-blooded cadaver of Capitalism's creation
Washington! bloated bureaucrats beneath the
