“I’m Burning, I’m Burning”

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Iran, when did you end up infected?

I never knew so far has spread,

This deadly plague,

Now your women shall suffer,

You shall have your share of screams,

More cries from more Mothers,

Semi-charred children happily smiling,

Pirate-eyed, wearing hanging skin, craters on their skin, scary scars,

Unaware, half their lives have been eaten up,

Razed to the ground by their own creators,

Hungry Dragons camouflaged as their Fathers,

You’ll have your share of wrath,

Your slice of mourning,

More sleeping mothers, sleeping wives, sleeping children,

Shall burn, shall be doused with Acid,

Your ears shall echo their agonizing wails,

Tardily extinguished by harrowing pain,

“I’m Burning, I’m Burning”,

Your days will hear,

So will your nights,

Only, Man and his ‘She-Zombie Slave’,

His smoldered prey,

With her spine crushed for life,

Will be forced to breathe,

Starved of justice, beg the streets,

Barbaric law shall materialize,

Only savages will hunt, and monopolize,

Bake cakes out of Her,

Cook her blind, to live a Curse,

With smoldered toddlers,

Clueless, their daddy had them grilled,

With a question to scissor them apart, very soon,

Along with their roasted mother, her ceaseless tears,

Her hidden face, burnt enough,

To compete with their hellish fate,

With blisters of dire disgrace, manholes of affliction dug for life,

Tattooed to last till the end, they’ll have to survive,

Only, the brute Man and the Living Dead,

The Manist Werewolf with his Tarnished Mermaid,

Will thrive…

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Debaroon’2013

(Totally inspired by the essay, “The Aftermath of an Acid Attack in Iran” by the sensitive TIME contributing writer on the Iran and the Middle East, Azadeh Moaveni.

The real-life true story of Sommayeh Mehri, and her little daughters, when her husband doused them with Acid, while they were all asleep.

Sommayeh’s only two mistakes: She was a woman in Iran, and that she had filed for a divorce.

Courtesy: TIME, Asia’s February 4th, 2013 edition,

For more on the attack, Azadeh Moaveni’s nerve-wrecking essay, and 2012 Sheed Awards winning photographs by Abolfazl Nesaei, visit: http://lightbox.time.com/2013/01/24/the-agony-of-injustice-in-iran/#1 )

Photo Credits: Abolfazl Nesaei, http://lightbox.time.com )

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4 thoughts on ““I’m Burning, I’m Burning”

  1. “Hungry Dragons camouflaged as their Fathers,” What a perfect line! The entire poem is so well written that we feel the heart bleeding between the words. Such violence, apparently accepted by many, but heart-breaking to the rest of us…

  2. “Bake Cakes out of her”–what an image. Each read line evoked a frisson of something inside me–goose bumps–on the outside. This poem is so visceral–so utterly reflective of the horror it recounts, it’s as powerful and irrevocable as verbal acid. Amazing how your empathy stretches across all borders, Deba. It’s like you are a fly on the wall–but from the inside out. This one must go to press!! (not to be old hat, but…okay, I am old hat)

  3. This is an horrific act. Such cruelty and insane actions born out of control to own another life. that he would sooner scorch and maim and scar his own children and wife. What Monster even thinks of such a deed let alone carry it out.

    Your words sent a chilling vision in my mind as you told your story of this event. a skill of powerful and thought provoking words each one sending a reminder of how cruel Mankind is against the innocents and How still this world has still much to learn before she alights to her higher vibration of oneness..
    Blessings to you, and to all who suffer needlessly in this world
    Sue

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