Would Kourosh Say?
insanity took over, in the year 1978
And the streets were filled with lies, betrayal, and hate
When evil hid behind the mask of freedom
And the people were used as pawns, ignorant and dumb
would Kourosh sleep?
the innocents were shot, in defiance they would sing
Their crime: loyalty to country and to King
When every teenaged punk got a license to kill
And a vampire like Khalkhali spilled blood just for thrill
would Kourosh weep?
that embassy was captured, by Mahmoud and other apes
Was the day that honor died; civility and reason thus escapes
When the word "Iranian" became synonymous with shame
And the world viewed Iranians and terrorists as one and the same
would Kourosh say?
loving Iran became forbidden
And all traces of Persia's Poetic Past were cowardly hidden
When Islam again raised its ugly head
And except for Quranic babble nothing could be said
would Kourosh lay?
cutting hands, ears, and noses became fine
And barbarian laws shaded this Aryan land of mine
When the worth of woman became half of that of man
The worth of both became zero, result of an unfair plan
would Kourosh lament?
Aryan children were used as mules
To clear mines, running to their deaths, as mere pawns and tools
When the lie of Allah was again invoked, along with a plastic key
To dupe little kids: "Paradise is right there
would Kourosh this resent?
women and children were sold as slaves
Islam undersigned it; this is how it behaves
When child abuse, rape, and stoning were seen as just
Islam undersigned it; morality became but dust
would Kourosh his wrath have sent?
Iran was taken from Aryayi and given to Taazi
Iran lost itself to a barbarian, a Nazi
When Iranian law, civility, and honor were all lost
To Taazi's way of life, too great was this cost
would Kourosh think of this zoo?
Iran became a commodity, by Taazi to be used
And fell prey to an Arab God, all evil became excused
When Iran became not the land of Aryans, but Islam
And to power came every con-man, criminal, and scum
would Kourosh do?
tell you what Kourosh would ask, do, and say:
"Abandon this false God, to whom you falsely pray
Abandon this false book, filled with ignorance and hate
Iran is too good for this; Iran is far too great
still the King, your greatest King of Kings
I'm still the hero, of whom the bard still sings
I'm still the father, of this proud Aryan land
I'm still the overseer, of each drop of water and grain of sand
am the founder, of your proud and noble clan
I am the champion of the weak, and those whom fear overran
I am the liberator, who fought for human rights
I am the vessel, with which Persia reached its heights
am the one, who freed the Jews, Babylon, and more
I am the one, whom intolerance does abhor
I am the one, who paid homage to Marduk
I am the one, who forced no God, nor holy book
are these fools, to destroy Israel's tribe?
Who are these traitors, to sell our land for a bribe?
Who are these bigots, to preach nothing but intolerance?
Who are these barbarians, to solve everything with violence?
your ears, and listen to your past
Your culture calls to you; go to it at last
The Taazi tried to copy, but didn't get it right
The Persian Empire, its glory, or its might
your eyes, and just compare
Persian culture to that of Taazi, and let's be fair
Where does each stand on justice, respect, and morality?
The laws of which are based on tolerance, and which on barbarity?
your mouths, and break this silence
Be sure, you won't be alone in this defiance
Rise up and banish these foreign intruders
Expel Allah, the Mullahs, and the rest of the polluters
do you need Allah, or Mohammad?
Ali, Hassan, Hossein, and their buddies were all mad
You don't need Allah or other lies, to tell you how to live
All you need is empathy and truth, no falsehood to believe
say this, for soon you'll have to choose
Iran and Islam are opposites, one will have to lose
Of which are you, my dynasty, which brought pride and fame?
Or of that of Taazi, which brought misery and shame?
lost its way that day, in the year 651
And since has wondered aimlessly, confused by what was done
The journey home will be a challenge, a voyage through the night
But I'll be your shining beacon; I'll be your guiding light
once had a vision, a dream that then came true
A dream called Persia, with tolerance as the glue
2500 years have passed, my body is now long gone
But my legacy, my dream, shall never be undone"
the Spirit of Kourosh the Great