Today I faced a monster | Iran News Now
Today I faced a monster
Who bared his sharp teeth and claws at me
Who ripped the flesh of my brother
And drained the blood of my sister in the street
I faced his loud roar
A putrid stench of hatred drenched me
My eyes burned tears of blood
My skin crackled and blistered
I faced his blank gaze of a thousand malevolent eyes
As he tried to pierce his way into my soul
I felt fear I had never known envelope me
A cold the depth of which can only exist in the darkest farthest reaches space and time
Where consciousness absolves into blissful oblivion
The abyss beckoned me
“You do not have to face this monster”
“Submit to him and I will keep you safe”
“Submit to him and I will free you”
A sudden flash of light renders me momentarily blind
A thunderous boom jars and dislocates my bones
My vision returns
And I return to my body to find that I have taken my eyes away from the monster
He has unraveled his pronged tongue and wrapped it around me
It was his voice that had beckoned me
Lulled me to sleep
I AM THE SCION OF KUROSH! LION-HEARTED DAUGHTER OF IRAN!
With the fingers of my bare hands I tear his tongue off of my body
I lift my eyes to look back into the thousand blank holes before me
I realize that the fear that enveloped me was not mine but the monster’s
It is HE who is afraid
It is HE who is weak
I have allowed myself to be shackled by you
I have allowed you to consume my children
Through my fear of you I empowered you
I look down next to my shoe
Where the little monster with sharp teeth and claws and thousand blank eyes
Tries to bite my toe.
I bend down and flick this insect out the window.
Today I faced a monster
That monster was
My own fear
THE DERVISH
i come to wonder in the middle of the night
why certain personalities provoke me to a fight
is it weakness or strength dressed in disguise?
soldiers gather medals, but it is no surprise
that folks despise
a civilian dressed in armor, a woman dressed to kill
all convention, distention, prolonged detention
a woman dressed to recreate the fabric of her will
it’s time for folks to realize the work we have to do
discover common avenues that lead us through
from the darkness to the dungeon, return us to the hill
but while we are enlightening we have to pay the bill
the social ill
the political autonomy of weapons and control
convolution, pollution, ethnic dilution
political autonomy is manna for the soul
a soul steeped in anger is a spirit dressed to dance
it’s a possibility but who will miss the chance
when the dervish is exhausted the people gather ’round
to investigate the small originator of the sound
annoying sound
that evokes the bold sensation the winds are floating change
it’s a wonder, like thunder, from deep and under
evocation of a feeling that will not confine its range
as i’m walking up the bear creek in the dark
the only thing i’m fearing is the ranger in the park
it brings sadness to discover that the corner of my fear
is not sharpened by the hungry lion voices that i hear
it brings a tear
to discover that my worry is a sam insensible
come to loot, or shoot, kick with his boot
a sam whose list of rules is clearly indefensible
now the people of the world are just trying to be heard
the reactions from the governments are far beyond absurd
and in keeping with their mission try to hold the people down
but the people are not giving in, but holding ground
the voice is found
whether twittered, cried from rooftops, or just muttered under breath
there’s a feeling, we’re reeling, no more bad dealing
it’s time to enjoy freedom whether living or in death
a people cannot flourish under tyranny and greed
just one small voice can start the process, plant the seed
as we’re giving it sweet nourishment from keyboard, video
posting love might be all some can do to beat the foe
soften the blow
now our love is crossing oceans, turning distance into dust
no more fear, high gear, a change is near
some can only utter words of hope, some perish if they must
we are forging new alliances, all borders don’t exist
we’re convinced now of our power so we stand, raising a fist
crossing boundary, ideology, vast measurements of land
armed with love and true translation, sink our feet into the sand
we make a stand
could this be the last oppression? could our voices be the thing?
repetition, attrition, ban superstition
we listen to the peaceful cry of hope. let freedom ring
now meandering on beaches in the middle of the night
it’s not the lions or the tigers that are giving me a fright
there’s a ranger dressed in metal who is giving me a scare
it’s a stranger clad in armor, a blank stare
but i don’t care
he’ll be rusty before daybreak in his tiny mind
no good oil, nor toil, will free his foil
and i will be absorbing all the beauty i can find
i said i will be here drinking all the beauty i can find
by @teaksmama (on Twitter.com)
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Unite 4 Iran
To all the people of the world.
Tomorrow july 25 2009, there are world wide solidarity rallies for the people of Iran.
http://united4iran.org/
There are more than 105 cities across the globe which will take part. Including: Kabul, Afganistan, Lahore, Pakistan, Caracas, Venezuela and Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso.
So find a city near you and help support the Iranian people’s search for freedom.
http://united4iran.org/locations
Be a hero, like all the young Iranian men and especially women who gave their lives for freedom and peace. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpRpKskkJaQ
If you can’t attend a rally tomorrow, wear something green (clothes or wristband) in solidarity with the Iranian people. (Let’s color the world green tomorrow)
Please translate this mail to your language and forward it to as many people as you can, Iranians and Non-Iranians, wheter you know them or not.
A world without this terrorist regime, who is the biggest sponser of world wide terrorism, is beneficial for all of us.
I end this mail with a quote (from the great Iranian poet Saadi) which is inscribed above the hall of nations, in the UN building in New York.
“Human beings are members of a whole,
In creation of one essence and soul.
If one member is afflicted with pain,
Other members uneasy will remain.
If you have no sympathy for human pain,
The name of human you cannot retain.”
Saadi (1184-1283)
