“To the Republic” A poem by Neta Leigh



I’ll don a hejab

If you let me drink from Pahlavi’s water wells

Build castles in your sand dunes

And inscribe Rumi’s verses upon your minarets


I’ll pardon you for your executions

If you resurrect the king and queen


I’ll convince your enemies to love you

If you fill your fortress with lambs


I’ll pray for you at the Wailing Wall

If you renounce your religion


I’ll give you a room of your own

If you paint your mountains purple

Sing the song of the whirling dervish

And give your exiled their rose gardens back

-Neta Leigh

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