Peace is the spirit of the messenger, with birds over yonder. Perched is a dove, a crow, and a pigeon. Perched as the employees of deliverance and omens, and so shall they be our messengers of peace. Peace that which comes from the messengers, and all the work they’ve done.
A protest without confrontation is not a protest, and a protest that gets permits to march in the streets is a parade.
Remember Persepolis? The little girl from Iran we read about as teenagers? Well, she’s a real person by the way, And so are the thousands in Iran set to die. Soliders and civilains both have the same color of blood, The same goes for Americans and Iranians. Be proud of being born on the dirtContinue reading “Iran, a poem 🇮🇷”