Iran ( Declaration from a Female Human Rights reporter in prison ) Saba Vasefi

10 March 2013

"Hole"/ Saba Vasefi

Keywords : Women

Committee of Human Rights Reporters –

Translated by: Sanaz Fotouhi

 

Where on my body

are your eyes zigzagging?

I die for you!!

The hungry bludger gambling

With the lice in my empty pocket

and still hung over in the Zipper’s ducts

Where have muted body parts been penetrated by the drill

With shafts as thick as Imperialism

Whose begging is never ending, as the “Taleban” that you are?

Laughter is wounded,

And Samarkand, with a skirt full of pebbles

And a hole,

the forbidden commodity

of the black market.

Hole, hole!

Oh, so ruthless

Fascism has had no mercy

To the body, to the rectum, to the shoulder blade,

Even to the damp pants

So that even the moistest and deepest parts

Get the whooping coughs

From the soldiers’ hard boots.

I know that muteness

Makes me more adorable, but

Forgive me by your greatness, sir!

You who knows as much as a cow

I will sacrifice myself for you!!

You are a great Anarchist among dandruff

of a hairless scalp.

My dear mule, get lost.

Here, the penetration of a neck

Into a noose is a crime

This is not the Republic of executions

This is the festival of holes,

The quarantine of the gonorrheal tribe

Where no woman,

would even chop parsley

to the sound of the chopping knives.