Put down your weapon!
For I loathe the
ghastly gruesome sight of it.
The gun in your hand
Speaks the language of
fire and steel.
Facing this devilish
device of damage,
I have naught but
heart’s language.
A heart filled with
compassion for you,
O, you who are
friendship’s foe!
□
The language of fire
and steel
Is the language of fury
and slaughter.
It’s the language of a
wrath akin
To that of Genghis
Khan, Temujin.
□
Come, sit, speak,
listen, and perhaps
Humanity’s light in
your heart may surge.
If a brother, you call
me,
As one, come and sit
beside me.
Put down your weapon!
Put down your weapon,
and perhaps
This manslayer fiend,
your body may purge.
□
Of humanity’s morals,
what do you know?
If God does life
bestow,
Why may it be taken by
you?
Why in a moment of
disdain,
Your brother must be
slain?
Suppose that in every matter,
You’re right in what
you say or seek,
Suppose it is the truth
that you speak,
Still, dear brother,
the truth must not
By this fiery mindless
machine be sought.
□
Should your dormant
conscience awaken,
Put down your weapon!
Translated by Franak
Moshiri
January 2012