By Amir Fardi
She was a young woman, called Neda
Known only to her family and close friends
Her "calling" came one sunny day near her home.
Now the whole world knows her by her beautiful eyes
That looks through blood, courage, innocence and death.
She had broken no law
Much like her many compatriots
Gunned down in cold blood, too
Or languishing in damp/dirty prisons
For just saying "where is my vote?"
She was gunned down by an assassin
Who knew nothing about her
in the daylight and in front of many.
The authorities who are supposed to go after her killer
Are now going after her family, neighbors and friends
Lest they mourn in the open for their beloved Neda
For that will disturb the peace,
And will break our social tranquility
Now many seem no longer want to know
What happened to our votes.
Who wants to know anyway?
At such high costs,
After all we do have our wise leaders,
Who will make sure that "no one breaks the law".
Even if in means killing the people in cold blood,
Like they did our beloved Neda.
June 26, 2009
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