Death By Any Other Name
Your soul left your eyes
as you laid there and died
on that dirty Iranian street
They hovered o’er you –
to shield; cover you
but you took your last breath at their feet
The blood ran so dark
from beneath your headscarf
as your mother took hold of your hand
She rocked to and fro
and cried - even though
you were already dead in the sand
You’d made your voice strong
as you chanted your song
before bullets tore into the crowd
I couldn’t comprehend
what your cause was … and then
(they covered your face with a shroud)
Whether wrong or be right;
whatever the fight
no matter the country or name
This we ALL understand
that it favors no man
universally , DEATH is the same
Copyright © Gayle Rodd | Year Posted 2017
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