Poems

by Reza Mohammadi

Politics is a river that divides the villages.
Hey soldiers!
Put down your guns and still your radios.
There is no need for handcuffs,
for warnings, for an ambush.
We are not one of you.
We are not one of them.
We just want to get across and get back our ball.

The literal translation of this poem was made by Hamid Kabir

The final translated version of the poem is by Nick Laird

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