In the wrong place at the right time
You came for your freedom
But tyrants only saw your crime
Your angel face tells a story
And it signals their end
You were not, but liberty’s light is now burning
Many others were with you that day
Standing there, hoping
Democracy could only pray
Crimson could cover your face
But no one could silence your voice
You are the human race
Rest in Peace, Neda
1 comment:
I read somewhere that her name means "the voice". I think you just gave her one.
I love this poem.
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