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!
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