i am an agent,and it was a plot,
as i was inciting,
up until i was caught,
and this is my confession,
and this is my plea,
so forgive my delirium,
when i thought to be free,
for you are the leader,
and we are your fall,
and so we should follow,
and refuse to recall,
our moral thoughts,
of islamic creed,
or the teachings of kant,
which you say that you read,
and instead we should listen,
rather than weep,
over and over,
week after week,
so blame me,
it was all my fault,
from the murdered students,
to the burning asphalt,
or the country cheated,
of its fathers' dreams,
i was the bandit,
not the regime,
forgive me,
i beg of you please!
oh loving brother,
it was a disease!
my mind's been gone,
i'm kneeling on knees!
so give me my cure,
and lead me to peace!
and when i am ready,
and nearing release,
continue to guide me,
for i will always agree,
with your knowing words,
so show me the way,
and tell me my vote,
so i won't go astray,
and your bruised fists,
are surely my wrong,
i beg of your pardon,
that my skeleton's strong,
so beat me, brother,
show me the way,
for the words that you hand me,
will end the decay,
that has spread,
to the millions and more,
and with only my speech,
can they no longer ignore,
that you are just,
and that we are wrong,
that when you beat me,
you're making me strong,
so broadcast these words,
but edit these tears,
for my eyelids must not
be able to hear,
your noble tongue,
but only the screams,
those of young boys,
trapped in evin.
(Cartoon Credit: مانا نیستانی / Mana Neyestani)
