Mohammed

Over the abominable sand of a sterile landscape
God appeared to the prophet and complained

You speak too much about things
You know so little about




Finally in Iran during the early 21st century
Neda was shot down to die in her father’s arms

Galvanizing repressed women to prefer death
To another day crushed under the Mullah’s thumb




And these are the days, after her, we are all watching
To see if the people’s will can be achieved in Iran

But of course the richest Muslims cast their eyes
At heaven trying to catch the glimmer from His return