“You too, shall hang, at, the ‘Sinners’ Square'”
Thus, decreed, fearful Ayatollah
Shaken, by the, despair, of their dare
“Austere, like fear, can’t be, Allah!”
The sin, of, NINETEEN SEVENTY NINE
Still mourns, the ethos, of Iran
When they, let Ayatollah, snap the spine
Of, their freedom, with, fear’s elan!
A bunch of, holy, hate’s henchmen
Reign o’er, delusive, democracy
Who write, fatwas, with poison-pen
To wreak, on ‘infidels’, their lunacy!
New Iran, seeks, new redemption
Not the, old diktats, they dare, no more, bear
In a, new nation, of, their conviction
A Farm, Of Faith, Not, Fief Of Fear!
© 2022 Vikas Chandra