It's such a strange feeling knowing that due to the time difference, by the time I wake up tomorrow, already a protester has been beaten up by a baseej member. That is, if I even manage to sleep. Is there a poem in this? Maybe, albeit a short one.
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Why I Have Hope
Because even the wood of the baton is made
of a tree that used to dream of spring
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Now, if you want to join some protests, don't be shy. Especially if you're outside of Iran, far away from the baton tree. Here's a nice list of some events: http://united4iran.com/
For my one loyal reader in Sidney, Australia. Here's another show of support from down under:
And finally, what are you doing reading my updates, head on over to Sidewalk lyrics. That's what I want my blog to be when it grows up: http://www.sidewalklyrics.com/
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