For Neda

Neda is dead Did anyone weep for Neda Were all poets dumb Or just blind to disbelief Are we not griots Pens of fire Makers and drinkers of desire What did we make when Neda expired? One word from us One twittered solitary word Would drag the devils That kill innocent dreams That sterilize populations With the blood of women And wounded children And lynch their glory On the page. Is Neda to die for nothing That blood splattered pool Of disgrace A country must be a people's will And swords must be A poet's quill I am tired of the law that kills Neda was tired too She gave her all to make it true!