This is inspired by I Am Anaya's "The Argonauts"
For Jason and his Argonauts, golden wool was theirs to fleece For the British, Iran's oil was theirs to drill and steal In '53 the West led Iran's democracy into a tyrant's peace Now we call the trouble since all part of God's grand will So many harsh lessons are learned in winter's darkest days Only to be forgotten as we approach a warm September Yet in the annals of time the truth is on display It is incumbent upon us to stop, pause, look and remember
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