She
Fell asleep
Without lullaby and tale
Rested in peace
Free from sorrow and jail
The whole journey was a nightmare
Sore
A lot of despair blood and gore
Now I’m sure
She is glad and secure
In the sky all things are pure
God sings sweet lullaby to her
Where there're no humanoids
To err
(A Memorial to the oppressed martyr, Neda A.S.)
(2009/6/24)
http: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=HRo1qqNILeE
Persian Nightingale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-angel-of-freedom/
