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IRAN
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TEACHING POEMS
They, in black and green can be seen.
They, the victims of attack.
They carry the flowers, they want the power to vote.
A voice, a choice, from their throat.
See, they want democracy.
They want their voice, every word heard.
They want free speech, a whole world to reach.
They on the rooftops.
Hundreds, thousands clap their hands.
Everybody understands.
Their time is now. Everybody says wow.
A long fight. A long night.
Sides two, they defend, where will it end.
They both want to be right.
On them, are all eyes.
The eyes of the world. A new story they want to be told.
Their motions, their emotions.
The screams, the cries, the cries, the asking why.
They hate, being under the rule of a dictate man.
They protest in the streets.
They think it's neat. They bring the heat.
Get the word out, scream and shout.
They go online, the Internet.
Have they reached us all yet?
They want a new way, a new day.
They find themselves at a fork, a choice.
They want a voice.
They choose between two candidates.
They have differing views.
An election that went wrong.
They continue to sing their song.
