Peter and Jane

peter and jane
drive me insane
sweet, gorgeous jane
shamsulhaq's bane

peter and jane
are at play
peter kicks the ball
jane's dress makes my day

peter runs to mother
mother, i am hungry
mother gives peter a sandwich
mother gives jane a sandwich

peter and jane
are at the beach
see peter build a sand castle
see jane wear an attractive swimsuit

peter and jane are tired
peter and jane go home
i hate peter
i looooove jane

peter loves dog
peter has affair with dog
please peter, run away with dog
leave me to my jane

Shakespeare's Julius Caesar

Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quartered with the hands of war,
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.

Grass by Carl Sandburg

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo
Shovel them under and let me work -
I am the grass I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them hight at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?

I am the grass,
Let me work.

Another one

This one is from Dezful poet Ghaysar Amin Pour during the Iraq-Iran war (1980-88):

I wanted to write a war poem
But I knew it wasn't possible.
I would have to put down my cold pen
And use a sharper weapon.
War poems should be written with the barrels of a gun,
Words turned into bullets...
Here it is always red alert,
The siren never ends its moaning
Over corpses that didn't finish their night's sleep,
Where bat-like jets which hate the light
Bomb the cracks in our blind blackout curtains...
We can't even trust the stars in case they're spies,
We wouldn't be surprised if the moon blows up...

Poem on war

This is an excerpt of the translation of a Persian poem on war by Ali Babchohi:

Hey, look over there!
I can see him with my own blind eyes
Do you see him?
It's old Shir Mohamed from the coast at Nakhlestan
With the glint of the sun on his musket.
...I saw him with my own blind eyes.
And old Shir Mohamed said to me:
'I came to plant my rifle
Instead of wheat and barley
Across my land of dates.'

Biodegradable Love

love was strong
it conquered all
but time and the elements
took their toll
love was...it turned out to be
biodegradable

love was in the air
but it oxidized, rusted with despair
we stumbled towards things
that weren't really there
love was...it turned out to be
biodegradable

chorus:

biodegradable love
it lasted long, but not forever
biodegradable love
exposed to doubt and nasty weather
biodegradable love
left out in the rain, hung out to dry

Guitar solo

anaerobic bacteria!
the aerobic ones too!
feasted on our love!
they feasted on our...

chorus:

biodegradable love
it lasted long, but not forever
biodegradable love
exposed to doubt and nasty weather
biodegradable love
left out in the rain, hung out to dry

4 years later

My hair's grayed prematurely
My weight is too much for my legs to carry
I am less loved than I used to be
I lie far more convincingly