Kazem is a heavy metal musician and poet from Kurdistan. He is currently incarcerated on Manus Island.
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Unreal Sin
Cold feeling of unreal sin
Is suffering me. I cannot talk
‘Cause this’ not a logical world
You have given me an unreal sin.
You set me on the fire of your anger-
It’s probably better that its fallen apart.
I want to talk although the love’s gone
I want to talk despite the ruin done.
The twilight space between us
Is giving me a stifling feeling
My pulse is getting weak, you know?
You judged me ’cause of no sin.
I don’t deserve to bear the pain
No darling, no, not accused of betrayal
I don’t deserve to bear the pain
The moment’s gone ’cause of you.
I know the love is beyond help
Darling? Your verdict is irresistible.
I want to talk although the love’s gone
I want to talk despite the ruin done.
- Kazem February 2018
Please listen to this poem in Farsi with guitar accompaniment at the link just below:
An unpassable bridge 2017-07-31 Kazem poem 2
An un-passable bridge
My guitar is my soul mate nowadays
I don’t care for the world anymore
I play my guitar with a heart full of sadness
My eyes drizzle like rain.
My heart is absent minded.
It’s going to tell the secret words.
It has a heavy pain to reveal.
It is profoundly sad,
sad like someone who has lost his sweetheart.
It has many words to say
but there are no worthy people to talk to.
My restless heart wants to fly
to take a message to someone.
But what benefit is there when there is no way to fly
My heart is exhausted from waiting and effort.
It’s breathless and alone.
It’s become weak.
It’s looking for a way to fly.
My heart with a hidden secret
and a world full of wounds in a jail
has no path to freedom.
It’s been condemned to a sorrowful separation.
I wish there was a kind person to give a chance to this prisoner
Give him a smile again as a gift.
Let him free from fetters and alienation.
What a pity that it’s all a dream!
My helpless heart has never seen bliss.
The jailer is bringing new chains to fasten.
This is a different prison
Oh, banish the sorrow of my unblessed heart.
I’m like an iron, you know, I am strong!
The white demons have arrived with anger
to promise another Reza’s death.
They have sharp claws
They are roaring
The ground is wet from blood
though no-one has been killed yet.
They want a volunteer.
Someone like Reza Barrati.
Someone to be annihilated again.
The white demons are starving again.
They want to feed themselves with my own body
and celebrate until the next day.
They have no sorrow, no sadness, no pain.
My mother, my love, be strong.
I know it’s hard to say goodbye to your son.
Without seeing it, I can read the verdict:
My young body must be killed.
There is no sign for humanity.
There are no rights for humanity.
Power is in the hands of wicked people.
They have made the world
an un-passable bridge.
Kazem