Iran Is Our Inheritance

Iran

is our fathers' legacy;

not a deed

inside a locked safe,

but a home

where our mother's scent

still

lingers in the walls.

Its key

was taken from us,

its windows were shut,

its lights put out —

but can a tree

ever be severed

from the memory of its roots?

We

are not returning

to seize a stranger's home;

we

are returning

to our own home.

Iran

we will reclaim,

like a key

that once again

turns in the lock of its own home,

like a river

that after many years

remembers the way

to the sea.

Iran

is not one group's inheritance;

it is the home of us all.

And a home

may be shut,

but cannot be

from its owner's memory

erased.