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.
Why I Have Hope
Because even the wood of the baton is made
of a tree that used to dream of spring
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/