On the stairs of the temple,
more than acsension of faith,
fall sacrificed corps, martyrs of divine
hanging from the ladders of fear
-with ropes of prayer.
On the disused gravel of the temple,
lay no footsteps of love,
just the traces of prostrating knees,
in a theatrical exposition of creed,
habitual gratification of god(s).
In the gloomy precincts of altar,
a molded god is worshiped
and blasphemy and deity
differ in none but words.
A Naj poem on Neo-Resistance...
Iran, this انقلاب will be televised!
