For Neda.
A voice:-
Once strong and sweet with melody,
Now silent,
Not just the voice of one,
But many,
Their song silenced by the few.
Be brave,
Do not falter,
For she will not fade,
Her life and beauty resonate,
She stands now,
No longer on the blood stained streets,
But on the pavement of our minds,
She sings now,
No longer cloistered underground in dark,
But in the brilliant light of six billion hearts,
A voice:-
Once strong and sweet with melody,
Never silent,
If we will sing its song.
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I had to write this. I had to write something. I’ve been so moved and affected by the unrest and injustice in Iran. But witnessing the death of Neda Agha-Soltan, even second-hand, is not something I can brush aside and forget. Her passing is something I cannot, and will not forget. Remembering her and all of those who have struggled in the name of lofty words like Freedom and Equality and Justice, is the very least that we can do.
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Untitled – David Gear
On the shoulders of giants,
With the feet of infants,
We stand,
Watching from afar,
In perpetual dawn,
We lament our lost treasures,
While their dead they mourn,
Unforgivable indifference,
Breeds persuasive malevolence,
Inaction by any other name,
Murder by any other hand,
Casts the same pall shadow,
Across faces forlorn,
We dine on the sacrifice of others,
While their dead they mourn.
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My good friend Dave wrote this, his current feelings regarding the situation in Iran inspired it and I found it very enjoyable so I’ve posted it here with his permission.
(David Gear is a local W.A. journalist here, but his passion for politics and history will no doubt make him a fantastic feature writer one day. )
