my lonely pride

This country
This beautiful country
This dirty country
This old country
This dangerous country

It's hard to love this country
When everyone else around me hates it.

It's hard to love this country
When this country bites me back.

With trash in the streets, careless people, angry sweaty people, terrible leaders, injustice, force, a covering over my body, the sun burning my feet.

It's hard to love this country
Because when you're there, you're miserable.

It's hard to love this country
Because if you look, everything's a mess.

The smog layered in the skies, blood in the gutters, a place with no work, a crowded place, hot, tense, the sun pulsing in my eyes.

It's hard to love this country
When it's own people have left without a fight, and they look at me
with that same changed look,
and seemed to have forgotten what they are.

It's hard to love this country
When it threatens mine and everyone else with missiles.

I cry to the music of Sonati, I cry to the familiar sound of Farsi, i cry for the ever-tightening strings of my heart.
where is the music? where is the art?
where is the laughter? where is the tea and ghalyun?

It's hard to love this country,
The people i love are there,
The things i love are there,
The life i love is there,


My heart has been left there,


And i remain alone, with pride of this country.

I am alone with this,
dangerous,
old,
dirty,
beautiful,


country.


my iran.