When God Is Asleep
Three people, three men, from the same material as death
A broken body, from the same material as hail
the perseverance of three, six testicles and three penises
A Taraneh(Girl's name), an excuse, and an opportunity
three brains filled with holy verses, anger and lust
a room, a dove, one's respect
in their blood vessels flows semen
you are in a moment were you regret being alive
fear was erupting from her eyes
her hands were tied, she'd only scream
Evin silenced her voice in its walls
the pain of entry and the disgust from it repeating
and the scars of tremor from the laughter remained on her body
Taraneh just cry and close your eyes
Do it brother God is sleeping
Fuck it like your ancestors did in history
burn her injured and ripped apart body
read holy verses over her dead body
the earth should see its' heirs and cry blood
the earth should explode and gain some decency
the dark of night take over the skies
time and space should just get lost in the skies
the earth should spit on my face if I am silent
If I don't sing a hundred songs for Taraneh
Taraneh, you should witness how I am sinking in the sludge
Taraneh, just come and cross me off
A head on the side walk and a bullets asleep
A body a soldier and tears of a gun
A Basiji who loves the colour green
A Christian Paul and opposing war
A cleric free in the people's hands
without a turban on his head in the hand of a scorpion
A Mahsa, Jila, Shiva, Mohammad, Isa, Adnan, Kaveh, Jelveh, Ahmad
A lawyer without a lawyer, and the pain of being locked up
A Slap, profanity, and holding of breath
Crystal like spite stuck in the canary's throat
A noise , A bullet and a deep wound
A Mahmud but made from charcoal,
Humility, Paranoia, and a sense of perfection
A Government that has nausea from the people's stomachs
A herd that has been left unattended for 30 years and it has become a foundation
the bad, ugly and black lines drawn by a pencil
A doctor and an illiterate convict.
Just like the halo around the head of the nail
the caricature of a senseless Dictator
a foul hideous supreme leader
a Muawiyah in the clothes of Ali
Taraneh you should witness this ship in the sludge
cross its name from your notebook
Taraneh you should yell and laugh at me
Taraneh you should close your eyes and cry
Taraneh, you should witness how I am sinking in the sludge
Taraneh, just come and cross me off