Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Poem for the Rooftops of Iran

I am a poet. And I appreciate the poetry of others. But one particular poem has touched me today, and I need to share it with you. It is the poem of a young woman from Iran, a poem of grief and fear for her country, a poem that touches me deeply, as it must surely touch the heart of any freedom-loving person.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

That place is hell. I sometimes marvel at why I have been blessed to live here and not somewhere like that. Why? I suppose I'll know someday. But the thought of this girl and others suffering just because they are born, makes me incredibly sad.

Fiauna said...

Heart breaking. I definitely take my freedom and my peace for granted sometimes. Not today. Not after hearing that.

jen said...

That was so powerful. Listening to her, she sounds young, afraid, and saddest of all, hopeless.
I wish there was something we could do.
Thanks for sharing this today.

karen said...

Really really sad. You could feel her heart breaking.

Kristin said...

That was beautiful and sad at the same time. What a strong woman.