“There is nothing better than to know you don’t know. Not Knowing yet thinking you know, THIS IS SICKNESS! Only when you are sick of being sick, Can you be cured…”[Tao Te Ching]. I sing the body electric of humility. A virtue that shines, like a morning dew. It’s not…

In the darkest of days, do not despair. For happiness is a choice, you must choose to share. It is a flame that burns within the heart. A beacon of light, never to depart. Though the road may be rough and the journey long. …

At war with my soul, at peace with the Regime. Torn in two, my heart and mind knifed. One yearns for the darkness, the other, the light. The turmoil inside unfurls, a tempest so dire. But deep within, my true self remains unaltered, a fire. I chased dreams, but were…

I have taken up my Father’s sword. Sharp and true, a symbol of his word. He fought for freedom, against the Regime’s tyrannous reign. And suffered greatly, in Evin’s chain. They did their worst in block 209. But a way to break his spirit they could not find. Through the…

In Rezvanshahr, a man did stand, Yasin Jamalzadeh, with courage so grand. He spoke out for a life that’s free, A life with justice for all Iran’s families. A father of twins, he held so dear, His daughters, a reason to never fear. He fought for them and for us…

In peaceful protest, he took a stand, For justice and the common good. Milan Haghighi, the Regime’s bullets he could not withstand, Though he fought for what he knew he should. Born in Gothenburg, a world away, Yet in Iran he chose to raise his voice. For Mahsa Amini, who…

Mohsen Gheysari, a name we now mourn, A young life taken, in a moment forlorn. He stood for justice, for what he believed, For the rights of others, he was not deceived. September 21st, a day we cannot forget, A bullet took his life, with no regret. Protests for Mahsa Amini’s death, his cause, The regime’s response, a violent pause. September 23rd, his home town mourned, Gathered to lay him to rest, with hearts adorned.

A bird so young, with wings yet to unfurl, Amir Ali Fouladi, another innocent pearl. He sang with hope, but met an early end, His voice cut short, by those who choose freedom to upend. Near the governorate building, he did fall, His peaceful cry silenced by a deadly Regime wall. In Eslamabad-e Gharb, he once did roam, But now his spirit flies, a bird at home. He was one of many birds, lost too soon,

In Sanghar City, a hero’s laid to rest, Alireza Fathi, his courage put to test, He stood in protest, with a fiery voice, But met with violence, as liberty the Regime destroys. Security forces fired, death in the air, Their senseless act, his innocence must bear. Yet though they tried to snuff out his light, His memory burns, in those who continue the fight. The mourners gathered, a somber throng, Their hearts heavy, with sadness and song.