The Persia (Perish) Song

photgraphy by :SOON WEILUN


accustomed to war,

heathen-ed by dirt,

lies a quaint little land,

that tyrants bled to shore.

Standing tall through historical pyres.

blazing past shahs of mythical desire.

Reaping seeds of communist greed,

landing hails of religious heed.

Surrounding musk of ever green,

Marble clad flooring,

filled with stories,

ready to bleed.

landmarks, land masked, razed,

plundered into holes.

cultured, gutted beauty,

covered to the pores.

From kings to tyrants

to shahs of waging war.

Mesopotamian pride

and the Persia that always was.


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