اين شعر زيبا را يک آقا معلم ايرانی که در ايران به تدريس زبان انگليسی اشتغال دارد برای من فرستاده است . از اين دوست نازنين سپاسگزارم و شعر زيبايش بسيار بر دل مان نشست .
if you find me dead in the bed
and on the wall, my motionless shade
never say, what a shame
he wanted to make a name
and did all he could for fame
but now he lost the game
and can't find anyone to blame
if you heard me burnt in the car
and i left nothing but the char
i screamed to the last breath
and pissed facing the monster death
never grin and say to your son
he was tortured for what he has done
he has always denied our dear lord
and called "lie" the holy prophets' words
now he's doomed to go to the hell
and it's our duty to take serious the tale
if you get into my funeral by chance
and see my body on people's hand dance
a fat asshole is holding a speaker
and shouting and spitting as a preacher
mixes my life with that of some Arabs
and makes people cry with his gift of gab
please go forward and take the mike
and tell everybody what i was like
let them know i wasn't of that humble guy
that for heaven with everything had to comply
i never bowed every morning and night
and barely searched in a special book for light
i no wasted my life following the men of god
to learn how to drink, eat and fuck
to me no soil, man or baby was sacred
and to no man damned by religion i showed hatred
my idols were love, reason and earth
and i gave no damn to the life after death
i worshipped god with some logic in his mind
with no prophet and regulations to bind
