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When you can’t own a computer without allowing it to get this bad, you don’t deserve high speed internet.
(video taken off, see it here. warning, it is very graphic.)
neda (“voice to be heard” in farsi) was standing aside with her father, watching the protests. a basij (iranian military) member shot her from a rooftop, straight into the heart. the bullet was not a stray, nor was it accidental. this innocent woman was shot deliberately and in cold blood. she wasn’t even a part of the protests, but she died in her father’s arms.
rest in peace, neda. may the voice of peace and justice drown out the sounds of gunfire and death.
Voice to be Heard
I could not believe what I saw
As men who shouted at the top of their lungs
Put their hands over hers
And soon enough, she could breathe no more
And all I can do is cry
Like the hope that knows no repose
It poured from her heart
And out of her mouth
Out of her nose
Flowed through her ears
And through her eyes
She came full circle
Now herself, an image of the pain
A puddle of red
Wondering, “Why? Why? Why?”
It’s a bad time right now
All I keep hearing in the airwaves
Is how the future is going up in flames
While people continue to aim at dreams
With barrels pointed directly, but are justified as “necessary”
They’re trying to light up the right for equality
Everywhere I look, voices are being silenced
It makes me wonder, if I were to yell
And no one was around to hear it
Did I even make a sound?
See, all they wanted was an answer
No, an end to all the bullshit
And end to the cancer that plagued an oppressed people
But as we all know here at home
Leaders can be stubborn
They will simply ignore your cries
And try to erase history They think they can make people forget
Remove the parts of our brains that remember
Tienanmen, civil rights, internment, slavery, colonization, and now elections
But while your batons may inflict pain
They cannot inflict amnesia
But then I could not believe what I saw
As they gave up trying to erase your memory
And decided to try and erase you
And on that lonely street despite hundreds of feet marching
They drowned out your cries with their own war cries
But you are not at war
You just wanted to be heard
But were caught between the fires of anger, greed, and politics
I could not believe what I saw
Anguish and crushed dreams
Bled through my screen
As an innocent woman
Found voice drowned out
By shouts of rage
And gunpowder rain
As chaos reigned down
She was fired up, engulfed in tyrannical flame
And extinguished, in an instant, crying, “Why? Why? Why?”
And as she gave out a final cry
I wonder, was she heard?
Yes, despite their frantic mess to hide the bodies
The body count continues to rise
And yes, we are listening
And yes, the voice was loud and clear
Because the people are hoping to live their last crime
Hoping this is the last time
That they are made the victims
Of a corruption that only seeks to distrupt
For death will forever be a bell that chimes
And now I have a ringing in my ears
See, I will never believe what I saw
On one side, the fear of death unjustified
On the other side, the fear of words
Words that were once normal but are now cornered feral animals ready to strike
Words like “vote”
Words like “change” and “freedom”
“Progress”
“Martyr”
On one side, the people that are fed up
On the other side the people that are fed up With the people
And the sea of red can only be diluted
By the deluge of tears that flows after it
And I will never know your pain
For I sit behind this safety net
My cage created by digital lines draws the line between sight and experience
I will never know your pain, but I saw you draw your final breath
And through my eyes I bled sadness upon your face
And now all I’m looking for is an answer
But I have no doubt they will try to erase you too
Paint your sacrifice in a vain grey
And try to pave concrete over where you died
Just to cover up the blood
All I can do is cry
Knowing they do not care about cold blood
I’m actually surprised they didn’t plant a rock in your hand
And claim self-defense
When will they finally realize that that is why you were fighting?
When will they finally realize that that is why you are dying?
I will never believe what I saw
But worse yet, I don’t believe I’ll ever find an answer
To the question that flowed from your heart
The final dying breath asking
“Why? Why? Why?”
“aww hell naw, i know there ain’t a one in this here stack of change i had in my back pocket.”
as funny as this picture might be, i can’t help but wonder how biggie would feel about diddy’s direction in fame.
(via digg.com)
from digg:
“obama swats a fly… like a boss”
ha. that’s awesome.
