Death By Any Other Name

Your soul left your eyes
as you laid there and died
on that dirty Iranian street

They hovered o’er you 
to shield, cover you
but you took your last breath at their feet

The blood ran so dark
from beneath your headscarf
as your mother took hold of your hand

She rocked to and fro'
and cried - even though
you were already dead in the sand

You’d made your voice strong
as you chanted your song
before bullets tore into the crowd

I couldn’t comprehend
what your cause was … and then
(they covered your face with a shroud)

Whether wrong or be right - 
whatever the fight
no matter the country or name

This we ALL understand
that it favors no man
universally, DEATH is the same

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

What a superbly expressed opinion, poem or not. To write such words and manage to express your horror at what is happening is nothing less than honourable although tragically true. Hopefully you know of and perhaps belong to an appropriate support group. Any help from those like us free, peaceful and warm residents is more than a blessing. It's adding time to a near dying country.

Thank you for sharing your feelings in such a respectful and empathic manner, Mari' Emeraude.

[Daz🖤]

You get right to the core of the matter here. Eloquently stated.

[Mari' Emeraude]

Thank you, Daz. I saw this happen on a Youtube video. It was awful!

[Daz🖤]

I'm sure it was. It's sad to think that this is the daily norm for some people. The middle east conflict is deep. I've been following it for a long time now, really trying to understand it all.

[Kay]

This is a powerful piece. I've been reading a lot in the news, what you described here is heartbreakingly real. You sum up the injustice really well in the imagery, I could see it happening. And great choice for the ending lines!

[Mari' Emeraude]

Yes, seems like thats all there is in the news anymore. Thanks for the read.