Tethered in Tehran
You're the nigger they have by the toe. You cannot not know that.
There's always someone watching you, and, thus, it's no surprise
That you've been hoping for a cataclysm: riots in the streets,
A coup, invasion by the very nations which so long have crippled
Yours. It's clear what is can't last much longer, but, alas, what
Takes its place is sure to also fix an iron grip upon your toe.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-11-13 at 14:00
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