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32 Protest Ghazal #2 No movement stops these Basijis in me. (Protests strengthen these Basijis in me.) By claiming the hatred in his own heart Ghandi knew well these Basijis in me. “Hey, Ayotollah, get out of Texas!” They speak English, these Basijis in me. I tried cocaine, overeating, and porn: Vain attempts to freeze Basijis in me. I’m Persian (half at least). Can I offer Half a glass of tea, Basijis in me? He’s lost in the forest. He cannot see The forest through trees, Basiji in me. My shrink says trauma opens doors to heal. Have you seen my keys, Basiji in me? More than the terror, guilt over mourning Those who die fuels these Basijis in me. The running from you and kicking through fear Brought me to my knees, Basijis in me. ...

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