A Poem I Wrote

Green Brief for September 5, 2009

Hello all, my sincerest apologies for not updating for quite a while. Sleep problems really got to me, as well as other issues, but I've fixed that up. Anyway, I'm back and fully ready to continue showing my support for the revolution! And today, I have a poem I wrote called "Whispers". But first, I'd like to post an excerpt from The Green Brief that I was reading just now that made me smirk a little:

"13. Khamenei called on the artists, during a meeting in Tehran with members of the Iranian arts community, to make a strong presence in the 'ongoing soft war'. He added that the ‘ongoing soft war’ could not be fought through a 'political approach', offering the presentation of 'the truth' through a "full-fledged and influential artistic manner" as the alternative.

His remarks are the first acknowledgment, that Iranian and International Greens, who have spent the past three months creating songs, videos, posters, paintings and numerous other works of art to fight the regime, are starting to really get under his skin."

If that's true, then as an artist myself, that just encourages me to make even more art works just to annoy Khamenei. I have a drawing that's been in the works for weeks, but never got around to finishing it - but now that this has been stated, you can bet I will finish it and make several new ones! It's not just music that's the universal language - but art in general! So to all of you artists inside and outside Iran: keep on creating! That's the best way we will all be shouting. Art speaks to all, often words aren't needed.

And now, for my latest Green work, my poem: "Whispers".

It all began with voices announcing a decision,
voices unheard,
voices that said otherwise,
voices that whispered: "they lied".

The whispers became cries on the rooftops,
and on the streets.
Whispers that became a plea for freedom and truth,
the voices they tried to silence.

But they couldn't.

The whispers were uttered into the wind,
carried over the mountains,
across the seas,
and not into our ears, but into our hearts

We stood together and shouted "we hear your voices, we are with you"

The whispers that were heard around the world,
they made us angry, they us cry.
But they made us hope,
and stand in solidarity.

The whispers are now the cries of Iran,
a booming myriad of footsteps,
we hear them and we feel them.
Now they are no longer whispers.

I hope to have more updates soon. :)