Poem for the Rooftops of Iran - June 19th, 2009

Tonight the sound of God is Greater can be heard louder and louder than previous nights
Where is this?! Where is this place where everything has been blocked?
Where is this place where people are just shouting the name of God?
Where is this place where the sound of God is Greater can be heard louder and louder?
Everyday Im just waiting to see if there will be more and louder voices at nights?
My body trembles
...and I wonder if God trembles too?
Where is this where weve been imprisoned so innocently?
Where is this where no one gives us a helping hand?!
Where is this place, where we are getting our voices heard worldwide through our silence?
Where is this place where the blood of its young people is shed on the streets..., where people stand and pray on their blood?
Where is this place where its people are named Gangsters & Thugs?!
Where is this?
This is Iran. This is my land and yours!
This is Iran

by an anonymous woman in Tehran


This is your and my homeland.
I am born in this darkness with you.
This is the homeland of you and I.
I shake within your voice
and tears flow to my eyes on your sobs.
The wind at the microphone.
The voices pleading
from the dark sky. The only light,
dots of distant occupants.
This is my homeland and yours.
The threat of tomorrow and its promise.
Iran is where each of us is born.
From here we reach out
to touch a new birthplace only imagined.
Come daylight.
In it raise our head.

by jerry gordon

6.20.09