honouring Kamal Ahmadpour, Kian Pirfalak, and many more who got murdered in Iran recent uprising. BLACK BANNERSWhen you didn´t hear children´s laughter and it was just a berg of ruin, black banners had been hoisted at the doors of their bombarded houses.
When I didn´t meet my comrades anymore and it had not been heard any news about their bodies, black banners had been hoisted at the doors of their simple houses.
When the heart bleeding mothers´ tears merged with hurts and grieving dogs´ howl and the cold winds of the north with black banners scream when the wind blow through them, it put the bombarded nights engraved at our hearts forever.
Black banners had been flagged for bodies that never been founded.
Black banners had been flagged for soldiers that never came back.
Black banners had been flagged over the graves of youths, with thousands of dreams, who had been executed in the name of God and holy script.
Black banners had been flagged at the unknown graves of more than thirty thousand young political prisoners who were hung on electricity poles throughout the country in 1988.
Black banners had been flagged at the bodies of boys and girls who never got a chance to grow up.
Black banners at the bodies of mothers who died of crying and at the bodies of fathers who died of sorrow.
Ja, when it was just war and winter cold when it wasn´t a sign of life in a country under the rule of murderers and mullahs there were just thousands/millions of black banners that had been hoisted all over the country.
And there were grieving mothers who were crying quietly under the black banners.
And we, the survivors, got never back our happiness.
© Samuel E. Rajeus, Stockholm, Sweden, 1991, Published in 2008, Book: Shadows; collections of poems, ISBN 978-91-977393-1-3
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