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

Reviews

[Kay]

This is a powerful piece. I've been reading a lot in the news, what you described here is heartbreakingly real. You sum up the injustice really well in the imagery, I could see it happening. And great choice for the ending lines!

[Mari' Emeraude]

Yes, seems like thats all there is in the news anymore. Thanks for the read.