Little Boy of Iran
Iran is called weak.
Yet it gives birth.
A little boy is born,
and suddenly Israel trembles.
Safety now lies in continuation.
A nation survives by existing.
Israel calls
United States to its doorstep,
to fight a war
that profits the few,
not the many.
Those who threaten loudly
often feel weak.
True power does not warn.
It acts—or waits.
Since 1776,
America has marched through wars,
many declared,
few concluded.
Iran stands
7,260 miles away.
Distance becomes danger
only when Israel desires conflict through you.
America fights on behalf of others,
but the Iranian people
are children of endurance.
War is not foreign to them.
If America attacks,
victory will not be simple.
History favors the patient.
David was small.
Goliath was loud.
A sling was enough.
Misuse of power
breeds misery.
Empires rot
before they fall.
For how long, America,
will you police the world
in the name of fear?
Israel influence your governments.
Governments influence wars.
Wars are paid by taxpayers
who gain nothing.
Iraq.
Afghanistan.
Syria.
Now Iran.
Yet Iran is a lion of the mountains.
And now—
it has a child.
Why deny a nation
the right to give birth,
To a little boy, because Israel said so?
Fear of a little boy
reveals your hypocrisy.
Power that threatens the weak,
confesses its weakness.
History watches quietly.
It always does.
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