Streets of Red

Today is the 1st Anniversary of the killing of Neda-Agha Soltan

Streets of red

 

In a street of red,
they laid her head,
Mid frantic calls
three helped.

 

Her music cried
justice denied,

A doctor stopped
and knelt.

 

Where madmen lead,
and clerics feed…
young minds
their twisted truth.

 

Standing for freedom,
not just this one,
their own blood
will paint streets red.

 

 

 

This is a link to the new HBO Documentary about Neda.

http://www.openculture.com/2010/06/for_neda_a_new_hbo_documentary.html

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

How powerful your message, Sean, and her life. Read that her killing was "probably the most widely witnessed death in human history." So tragic, and a haunting stain on humanity. Your words keep her life in our thoughts... all she stood for and suffered for. Her name means "voice," and she calls to us still.

[Norma M Sutton]

Vivid. The repetition of red and blood through out are well used.

[Tony]

What freedom?

[JENY]

Who is this Nega?
I would like to know….
I haven’t any idea….

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Beautiful :)..

[Alicante lullaby]

beautiful tribute...greatly done.

[zendikar]

Greatly done and it is very good of you to have written this, awesome rhythm!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Beautiful, Sean. A wonderful poem for this fine woman and all others like her.
Women still have a ways to go to be truly equal.
I enjoyed this.

Chloe

[Desert Dreamer]

Thank you for remembering a brave woman. It is terrible when a government kills it's citizens, in this case apparently to restrict the freedom of women.

[Legion]

I did not realize that it had been a year already. This is nicely done. The injustice of tyranny in any form should not be tolerated. Kudos to you.