Neda, I hear you. The siren that
Even bullets could not stop
Even the veil could not hide
Even police could not restrain
Even so-called Supreme Leaders could not dictate
Even Oppression itself could not supress
The rhythm we march to
The mantras we chant to
The face we look to:
The future
They try so hard to silence you
They try so hard to ignore you
They pretend, so foolishly, to forget...
We will never forget,
Neda
The Voice The Calling The Cry
of Freedom.














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It is wonderful that you have been able to use your gift to express such an important cause. God Bless You!
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