Every murder destroys a measure of human dignity
Every genocide murders a piece of the whole world

We were burnt as newly-grown plants, In the current of poisonous winds, And showed our dreadful wounds, From one side of the world to the other.
But the unjust eyes of the world Were never opened truly towards the oppressed. The world only confined itself to a false regret, And once again,We became a target as heaps and heaps of martyrs, We were the target of poisonous bombardments, We were the target of destructive bombs, And we remained the lonely oppressed ones of the world.
We rose from under tons of debris, And stood up in the lands of poisonous bombings, And we kept up standing and fighting,
Believe it, you people of tomorrow,Believe such a history and learn a lesson,Learn how to fight oppression in this way.*

* From the poem "Khaibar" by Mohammed Reza Abdol-Malakian.