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In real missile defense
There is this notion
These are native to you
And these are foreigner
SVOI CHUZHOI
In Russian language
This missile is GOI
There was this shameful event
VINCENNES
And we hit AIRPLANE
passenger iran 655
It was HUMAN MISTAKE
it wasn't intended
but it is victimizing
via bias of people
taking action for a sign
I hate myself for this mistake
MY THE COMMANDER
MISS make take
try solving this as psychiatrist
as spy as physicist
BUT DO
I hate being looping in this hook forever
where is this deepest depth the dag
THE SCOOBY DOO
Of all the things that I have lost
Perhaps what hurts the most
Is that I can no longer go
to where I once called home...
I cannot roam with childish glee
Down through the leafy grove
Nor play with snowballs, dance in snow
Then thaw beside the stove
I cannot use pink muhlberries
To paint my childish lips
I cannot eat the greens I've picked
Right down to soily tip
I cannot brown my little legs
Beneath the blazing sun
Or slpash in cold and icy pool
Until the day is done
I cannot play my hide and seek
With gateman's little kids
Nor drink the flavored Persian tea
Chase dreams through drooping lids
I cannot rub the walnut skins
And stain my fingers black
I cannot gorge on cherries sweet
I can't bring one day back
I cannot pick blubell flowers
Or swing from walnut tree
I cannot gorge on luscious fruit
Those mountains, I can't see
I cannot run through fresh green grass
Nor bask on asphlat walk
I cannot run through classroom halls
Or relish childish talk
I cannot show off gardened home
To foreigners and say,
"This place is really paradise
That none can steal away"...
I had a dream last night that I was back in my childhood home in Tehran, Iran. We lived in a walled, gated compoud that was the property of our church. My father was a school principal and the administration building and dorms were on our campus. We were situated in Shemran, at the foot of the ELBRUS mountain range. The compund was green.....beautiful. We'd swim in the icy cold pool then lie on asphalted walks to warm up. We had a cherry orchard, walnut, apple, apricot, plum, muhlberry, and almond trees. It would snow in winter, and My brothers would jump off the roof of our house into the snow. I can't describe the ache in my heart at not being able to go back. It was an enchanting childhood and no one can steal my memories. After the revolution in 1979, the government took over the property....but they can't take My dreams. I've shared this....painstakingly written on my phone because my dream was so vivid. I needed to share...
Mother, I saw the bewildered eyes that couldn't tell their neighborhood from
Gaza, and ears tuned to the whining bombs and drones that whirl above incessantly,
wreak, burn, decimate, with scientific precision. And then someone showed me the CNN
headline news "Collateral damage," our new unsavory adjective.
Oh mother, I saw you cheering above the clouds our brave citizens, defying the bombs, marching with fists of iron, homage to the majesty of Iran, marking a new mythology.
And now I hear your voice: Give them a helping hand, and lift them beyond their sorrow and grief, above this raging smoke of fire engulfing the city. The rain shall come and washes the smoke and the tears.
I employ your faith mother, wounded by the shattered windows, yet persevering, and proud.
Last year I found a way
To double my salary
It was simple enough
To join the US Army
An 88 ASVAB
Could have earned me safety
Just another desk job
That would hardly suit me
"Let us try"
I'm an Active 12B
"Essayons", let us try
To be all we can be
And then as soon as I was in
We declared war on Iran
But having trained in the winter
I was eager for the sands
So go on, take my pin
And drop me on the map
Over ¾the mortality--
Infantry and a half
And they walked me 'round the base
Singing all sorts of things
About mothers without children
About how the widows weep
They sing "he's a US soldier
And that's all he'll ever be"
Because that soldier never came home
And he never heard us sing
"Let us try"
I'm an Active 12B
"Essayons", let us try
To be all we can be
And if I died at war
Would that be such an awful thing?
Five hundred extra thousand
For a man that doesn't know me
And people don't roll eyes
At that kind of legacy
And even if I went home
Well I don't know where that'd be
Iran is being slaughtered whole
Where’s your compassion, Paly fans?
How come no voices, not a soul
Spoke up? You must have other plans
No Jews involved, and silence reigns
Name me the cat that got your tongue
The Hollywood of scatterbrains
Is hushed, both elder and the young
Killed in the streets, throats cut, envenomed
Shot point blank in clinics' beds
Vile ayatollahs, full of venom
Prepared to rip own folks to shreds
Do you all march when monies flowing
Qatar pays down your protests?
The murders in Iran ongoing
Few spoken words in worldwide press
Appalled, disturbed, upset and saddened
I cannot keep my mouth shut
And by indifference I’m maddened
Time to remove the Tehran nut
February 3, 2026
Never before has it been so clear in every single one coming true
Never before has it been so near as the Israeli's now speak Hebrew
In the year 1948 their land was again found and 1967 Jerusalem too
Bible Prophecy is 100% sound in the following of each and every clue
The ways of apostasy growing strong as anti Semitism rears it's head
As with everything and what's wrong, it's all in what the Bible has said
Now Russian and Iran come together and the other three nations named
But God will protect from this whether as in the Bible this too is claimed
Much of it never made sense before then technology jumped into play
So only our Lord could ever in so sense as such damage would He say
A computer, bar code and credit card soon to be the mark of the beast
To imagine this used to be so hard but those problems have since ceased
The four empires have now past, the Euro reuniting the Roman Empire
Now in the toes that Nebby's statue cast how did Daniel ever acquire
As it was all said in the good Book as only the Temple needing to be built
Maybe you should take a new look as they lay those stones upon Jewish silt
Nebby is Nebuchadnezzar whose dream Daniel not only deciphered 3000 years ago but knew it, as no one was told the dream. Saying three Empires would follow Neb's and now the toes, the ten nations. The dream was a large Warrior. Head of Gold(Nebby's Babylon, Silver Persian bust, bronze body and iron(Roman) legs. Now we are in the 10 clay toes which will crumble.
Brother Iran
by Michael R. Burch
Brother Iran, I feel your pain.
I feel it as when the Turk fled Spain.
As the Jew fled, too, that constricting span,
I feel your pain, Brother Iran.
Brother Iran, I know you are noble!
I too fear Hiroshima and Chernobyl.
But though my heart shudders, I have a plan,
and I know you are noble, Brother Iran.
Brother Iran, I salute your Poets!
your Mathematicians!, all your great Wits!
O, come join the earth’s great Caravan.
We’ll include your Poets, Brother Iran.
Brother Iran, I love your Verse!
Come take my hand now, let’s rehearse
the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.
For I love your Verse, Brother Iran.
Bother Iran, civilization’s Flower!
How high flew your towers in man’s early hours!
Let us build them yet higher, for that’s my plan,
civilization’s first flower, Brother Iran.
Published by MahMag (translated into Farsi by Mahnaz Badihian), Other Voices International, Thanal Online (India), Deviant Art, Portal Vapasin (Farsi)
The tale of the sinister Prime Minister of Israel
Latest eruption but your corruption will not avail
Wiles and guile on trial as does rile and defile
Knows if loses his job..without fail going to jail
Beyond the pale conned so can derail & impale
With war crimes of such scale no comeback trail
Lebanon carry on in his coffin will be the final nail
Political suicide Persian incursion Gaza genocide
Should be tried lied about Iran as folks fried died
Benjy the truth denied said plied with Israeli pride
Ghoulish prankster & foolish gangster can't hide
Missiles flied but hard as he's tried end of the ride
All did begin with Benjamin chagrin making a din
But his entire liar empire on fire torched from within
Every debauched sin held to account no more spin
No matter colour of skin Zionist zealot plot must bin
Burn Benjy burn return to concern about kindred & kin
The Netanyahu retinue in full view cannot continue
What will he do well facts & pacts will skew & slew
Vicious acts hate does imbue pernicious plans pursue
Will still spew discerning they're now turning the screw
Critics form a queue too late your fate coming for you
Will rue the wars he does renew well let him fret and stew
Always biffing and tiffing like he's been sniffing some glue
Because boo hoo after another boo-boo you're in poo
Phew and about time too..
Ali Khamenei,
a Shia cleric
and the Supreme Leader
of Iran.
Today,
many in Iran
weep for your passing.
To many,
you were a symbol
of conviction
in difficult times.
To others,
your legacy
remains deeply debated.
You lived
through years
of conflict,
sanctions,
and uncertainty.
The storms of history
followed your footsteps.
The Middle East
bore witness
to war,
loss,
and generations
searching for peace.
Supporters remember
your steadfastness.
Critics remember
your decisions.
History
will continue
to examine
both.
Leadership
is never carried
without burden.
Power
is never remembered
without consequence.
Today,
a chapter closes.
Tomorrow,
history will decide
how your life
is understood.
May those
who mourn
find comfort.
And may the future
bring wisdom,
justice,
and lasting peace
to the people
of Iran
and the Middle East.
Rest in peace,
Ali Khamenei .
For 46 years - prideful and hateful
Wrath, envy, spreading the net
Building an A-Bomb, a decision fateful
A sword to be held, like eternal threat
Destruction, murder, elimination
Iran, to wipe Israel off the map
A sordid task for the whole nation
Stubborn threats, boasts, contempt
It was their purpose, the goal, the aim
To end every Jew on planet Earth
Fanned hot Middle Eastern flame
To Hamas and Hezbollah, they gave birth
Spread the tentacles, to suffocate
To build an Islamic Republic empire
Never learned from the old caliphates
They are all gone, purged by fire
Lusted for bomb, to be held as a club
Over every fearful head, forever
Wanted to enter the atomic club
By picking the locks and feeling clever
The last mile, they were almost there
To grip the victory with the jaws
Removing all stops, and didn’t care
Moving forward without pause
But no, those dreams never came to pass
Atomic Persia, the purveyor of dread
Where are you now, evil top brass?
Someplace unfound, unburied and dead
June 16, 2025