Pain, pain, and more pain!
In memory of Mr. Akbar Mohammadi, in hopes of freedom for all prisoners of conscience
August 4, 2006
We did not know his name when he got beaten and
dragged away in a painted van,
We did not remember his pain while he rotted for years
in the dark dungeons of Iranian Bastille.
We couldn't decide if his was a JUST cause to rally
We wouldn't want to sign a petition to set him free.
We hear now of his solemn death,
We now find a reason to show our grief.
And in all of this,
I find myself in despair,
ejected, heart-broken, and meloncholy
Where was I? Where am I? Where will I be?