find the cost of freedom buried in the ground...

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I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go;
you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on.
--Jalaluddin Rumi, Iranian poet, translated by Jack Marshall


Support human rights in Iran.


please note: photo from Boston.com

Comments

  1. UnknownJune 29, 2009 at 5:15 AM

    What poignancy from Rumi, and what a terrible situation.

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  2. KathleenJune 29, 2009 at 5:19 AM

    Thank you, DTBO. It's so hard to watch, and so necessary. My heart goes out to our Iranian brothers and sisters.

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  3. KathleenJune 29, 2009 at 5:21 AM

    I mean DBSO -- my fingers and brain find it a tad early.

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  4. JCJune 29, 2009 at 7:44 AM

    I can't even get started on other Countries and how they treat their people ... I don't even want to imagine what it must be like to live there.

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  5. YogaforCynicsJune 29, 2009 at 8:37 AM

    I can only hope that the writers who said that Michael Jackson's death will doom the protest movement in Iran (by distracting the rest of us so that we forget about it) were wrong. Beautiful quote...and now I have that CSNY song I haven't thought about so long in my head...have to go dig that one out....

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  6. jfrancisJune 29, 2009 at 5:26 PM

    for speech and freedom
    are Siamese twins.

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  7. OwenJune 29, 2009 at 6:32 PM

    Love the way you went from the post title to the labels to run the lyrics through here... simply one of the most powerful songs ever written. I saw Stephen Stills play in Paris back last fall, posted about the show twice back in October & November. He was still going strong. Iran must be a nightmare for alot of people there these days.

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  8. Deanna Bland Hiott PhD, MSN, RNJuly 3, 2009 at 1:06 PM

    We take our speech and peace for granted....

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