Bänoo Zan

Freedom Fighter

you are the eternal dictator—
colonizing the land of
spoken dreams,
suppressing the voice of

Celebrate your liberation from me.

I am painting your life
with death.

Does liberation stink?

What has become of me?
What has become of spirit
taking leave
of life?

Does freedom
drink the last supper?

Why don’t I mourn
your demise?

The smile on my face

Was your land-love
so historic
you would not share it
with geography?

I am washing my hands
of you.

Did I martyr you
to let murder

What have I done?
What have I undone?

I am the eternal dictator—
colonizing the land of
slaughtered dreams,
suppressing the voice of

Bänoo Zan landed in Canada in 2010. In her country of origin (Iran) she taught English literature at universities.She has been writing poetry since the age of ten, and has published poetry, criticism, biography, translations and a book , The Song of Phoenix: Life and Works of Sylvia Plath, reprinted in 2010. She writes in Persian and English.

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