Ode To The Death Of Neda Agha-Soltan

One short seven line poem circulating on the Internet explicitly linked Neda's death to other symbols of the Iranian protest movement ~ and I've taken the liberty to complete the poem :

" Stay, Neda ~

Look at this city

At the shaken foundations of palaces,

The height of Tehran’s maple trees,

They call us "dust," and if so

Let us sully the air for the oppressor

Don’t go, Neda "

Let the world witness this horrible crime 

through the lens of the World Wide Web,

Stay, Neda ~

Look at this country,

At the chafing limitations of a tottering

Theocracy.

Let the the dust of a million women's voices

choke the air

demanding freedom.

Don't go, Neda

Your name means Voice in Persian,

Now many call you

the voice of Iran.

Stay, Neda ~

There was no weapon in your soft hands

or a grenade in your pocket

You wanted only freedom, 

freedom for everyone.

Don't go, Neda

Your underground singing lessons

are over.

You are now the voice of an Iran

struggling for freedom

and it's being heard throughout

the world.

 Let go, Neda ~

you will not be forgotten.

Allen L Roland http://blogs.salon.com/0002255/2009/06/24.html