Yoke

Yoke

The yoke of the people of Iran must be lifted –
There’s horror beneath it

It’s an ancient darkness becoming alive
It’s a lonely place. It hurts.  

It’s a burden placed that I cannot lift
It’s a message of peace for the people of peace

It’s a thin trail going on and on without sunlight
It’s a deep, dark pain; its feeling is sorrow

I’ve become a little castle of unity
I live in the place of missiles

I am simple. I am One.
We search in peace for the way of peace

Blessed be the mothers of Iran
Blessed be the mothers of Iran

About them, heaven’s gates circle and dance
Circle and dance

Blessed be the mothers of Iran

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Created from a series of sayings, including:

The yoke of the people of Iran must be lifted. There’s horror beneath it.

 It’s a lonely place. It hurts

 There is a burden on me, I cannot carry. We need to go on and on without sunlight

 It’s a place where the ancient darkness becomes alive. It’s an ancient trail.

 It’s a place of missiles.

 I’m a little castle of unity.

 We search in peace for the way of peace