THIS IS MY COUNTRY TOO/Mahnaz Badihian
THIS IS MY COUNTRY TOO
This is my country too,
Mr.Trump
I buried my pomegranate tree
Here
my mother died
here
this country opened its bosoms
to us
Mother liberty called for children
of other lands to gather
here
this country needed
the children of Rumi, Hafiz and Adonis
needed to enchant its land with the children
who grew to be
Walt Whitman and Maya Angelou
Where were you when we came
with baskets of basil and poems,
with biblical fruits as a gift?
This is our country too
we did not build hotels but
gave you our
brightest brains
paved your soul with our
art and culture
Fortunately the universe is our home
the city of Isfahan
and the city of San Francisco too
I can call Isla Negra my home
where I visited Pablo Neruda’s grave
next to the resting place of Matilda
Because human hope
art and poetry is universal
because we are all children of this planet
With or without hotels
I could not be happier than
to see all hands united
In celebrating freedom and peace
I am the daughter of Zoroaster
daughter of Moses and Mohammad
daughter of poplar trees everywhere,
no matter where
But I care to be a human being
to feel others’ pain
to share my loaf of bread
to wipe tears from tearful eyes
You call me Moslem or Jew
you name me black or white
but I like to be called a member
of the human race
Mr. Trump you can move me away
from the garden I watered
for decades in this land
you can scare us with your new orders
but flower gardens are
everywhere
the sun shines
everywhere
the moon belongs to
everyone,
with or without hotels
We will take our roses to the other side
of the river
to other continents
but you have one home only
the inflamed bigotry in your own golden prison
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