a poem

The rebellion

far beyond of that tiny window

of that room of that house

now pouring in anger 

in these streets of our city

that river of frustration

formed by drops of tears

of me and you

all the shouts silenced

captive in our throat

all the words we shared

with our wet pillows

never went in vein

never vanished within

those walls of oppression

I see the shattered walls

I see the voices released

In this rebellion of minds

demanding humanity

it’s not about me anymore

sharing the common memory

of all those tiny smiles

of all paths of pain

following the united voices

leading us to those squares

we shall conquer one day

Sina Mesdaghi

August 05 09