Dear BBBBC, Imam’s image is in the moon
Their path is to the pit and your path is to the well
Dear BBBBC, O Thatcher’s trumpet
O the news merchant! You also buy forged ones
Our fate was blood in the street gutter
It went bad for us, it was good for you
Baton did not make a sound, we took it, Bon Appétit
You, run over corpses with your headline
Leave us alone with our pain and agony
O the kind wolf in sheepskin
Our outcry and gloom is from blood and exhaustion
What is the voice of England’s obeyed government to us
Unlike you we are never neutral
We are naked like the wind but we are not honorless
I did something that from each collar hundreds like me are sticking out
The game’s pulse is in our hand and
I’m still standing on the principle and
My drunken horse is a danger taker
That gun is my tongue and blade is in the mouth
Every word in my poems becomes queen in the minds
how could sky forget queen’s crimes
I didn’t even pay ransom to bigger ones than you
Whatever happened to our generation is still in my memory
You are news aberration and wrote nonsense
You made business with people’s money
What happened; Sattar Beheshti didn’t have bread for you
Our work from heart and instinct has audiences
But you are sick in the brain, brains have fever
I see your hands on testicles with resentment, brain menstruation and news AIDS
BBBBC
Heerlijk liedje van Shahin Najafi. Deze Iraanse man maakt korte metten met de BBC in zijn liedje.
BBBBC (Granny BBC)*
Dear BBBBC BBB
Dear BBBBC
Dear BBBBC BBB
Dear BBBBC
Dear BBBBC, Imam’s image is in the moon
Their path is to the pit and your path is to the well
Dear BBBBC, O Thatcher’s trumpet
O the news merchant! You also buy forged ones
Our fate was blood in the street gutter
It went bad for us, it was good for you
Baton did not make a sound, we took it, Bon Appétit
You, run over corpses with your headline
Leave us alone with our pain and agony
O the kind wolf in sheepskin
Our outcry and gloom is from blood and exhaustion
What is the voice of England’s obeyed government to us
Unlike you we are never neutral
We are naked like the wind but we are not honorless
Dear BBBBC BBB
Dear BBBBC
Dear BBBBC BBB
Dear BBBBC
I did something that from each collar hundreds like me are sticking out
The game’s pulse is in our hand and
I’m still standing on the principle and
My drunken horse is a danger taker
That gun is my tongue and blade is in the mouth
Every word in my poems becomes queen in the minds
how could sky forget queen’s crimes
I didn’t even pay ransom to bigger ones than you
Whatever happened to our generation is still in my memory
You are news aberration and wrote nonsense
You made business with people’s money
What happened; Sattar Beheshti didn’t have bread for you
Our work from heart and instinct has audiences
But you are sick in the brain, brains have fever
I see your hands on testicles with resentment, brain menstruation and news AIDS
Dear BBBBC BBB
Dear BBBBC
Dear BBBBC BBB
Dear BBBBC
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*BB: Granny in Persian – BB BBC: Granny BBC