A series of poems I have written for the Iranians as they protest for their votes.
(I have also posted these at www.fanfiction.shurtugal.com under the penname echo_sackett.)
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Poems for the Iranian protesters. Poems for those who live and fight and those who died in the fight for their freedom to vote.For those who have not heard, protests in Iran broke out after the June 12th elections. A presidential winner was announced before enough time had passed to even have been able to count up the multitude of handwritten votes. As a result, millions of young protestors took to the streets with the cry, "Where is my vote?"
They are calling it the Green Revolution.
These poems are for these brave protestors. It is an exciting and very dangerous time for the Iranian people, and my hopes and prayers are with them.
Picture: http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c200/adalia_jean/iranpeacefulprotest2.jpg
"Tell the world how they have stolen our election." ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Poem #2. A free vere. Written on 6/22/09. For Neda and all the other protestors who have given their lives for their cause. Neda was a young protestor who was killed in the street on her way home. Her death caused great outrage and spurred protests around the world. Read more of her story here: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/31488552/ns/world_news-mideastn_africa?GT1=43001 ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Neda. How old were you? So young. So strange that at any time I could have been born you— I there, and you here, instead. But you showed courage and strength With your dying breaths —For freedom’s sake— May your vote be heard, May your vote be counted, And may your death never be in vain. You died in perhaps a great moment of history. You died well, Be proud— You will spur the Green Revolution onward. "Where is my vote?" shall be heard. Neda. Sweet Neda. You live on. If all the world could live so courageously, Perhaps the onslaught would end. Rise up, dear sisters, Rise up, dear brothers, Fight the good fight, And win your freedom votes. And you, dear Neda, Rest in peace, But let thy name not rest, Let it roam the world for time To tell of what has been done. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ 

Videos of Neda: CNN news coverage video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yjBKHkoDgCM (Be aware that some footage of this newscast is graphic, disturbing, and very sad.) Actual video of Neda's dying moments: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxMsG3fdkwk (This video is very graphic and very sad, but it really happened. Many have died for their protests.) ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Poem #1 here: http://adalia-jean.livejournal.com/173458.html |