In the name of Indian warriors
the first nation of truth!
In the name of all
undefeated souls!
In the name of liberation and fair
and its red derivation of burn,
flames raging
the moths’ wings.
In the name of truth
the most azures gems of bruising.
In the name of brave hearts,
the most scarlet roses,
in the flower gardens of consciousness,
the map of veins
to the treasure of collective hearts,
vines to the barrels of.. red Shiraz!
In the name of all those
who have paved the path
with bitumen of their faiths
to the red dawns
who their breath fanned the charcoals
of night to the glorious red.
In the name of fearless warriors
whose bloods stain the canvases of all magnum opus,
whose cause prings all the blooms
to blood baths of the anemone fields.
In the name of Martin Luther King
the offspring of the true whiteness,
the white from within
the white gold in the heart of slaves,
these chattels of pain
and plunder! -
In the name of poetry,
In the name of Pablo Neruda:
The Twenty Love Songs
and A bullet of Despair
in the heart of Federico Garcia Lorca!
In the name of Nelson Mandela,
the mine of ruby under the skin of dark,
the dawn,
the lava of scream,
in the throats of volcanos,
the army of red armors,
on the grey stallions of daybreaks.
In the name of vengeance
against the killer of my father
and the renegades of his throne,
the throne of
emanating just,
in place of eminence and pride!
-vengeance for
the always same
guardians of greed and gain! -
In the name of Hamlet!
In my name, Farhid:
a humble worshiper
in the perpetual temple of pure honesty
and authentic deeds!
In the name of devotion
in the most forsaken
dark alleys of human heart.
In the name of everything pure and benevolent.
In the name of a wounded deer
still
licking the gash of her dead tot,
to satisfy the thirst of tulips,
in the paintbrush of my pen.
In the name of red
Eos, rising from
the stretches of
night inks.
