A graffiti by an unkown street artist

“Unintentional” Murder

Fear, apprehension, desolation, grief, love, grief, uncertainty
For what should I weep? For what should I sorrow?
For the sudden death of my brothers and sisters? Or the gradual death of humanity?
Or arresting of my peers who don’t want anything but their primary rights,
the essentials of having a tranquil life?

Blood after blood, wound on the wound, pain pilling up.
From the black presidential elections of 2009,
to the 2017 protests which caused by economic hardship,
From the 2019 fuel protests which is still ongoing,
to the Iran-Ukraine plane crash.

Shame after shame, grief after loss, loss after grief.
Ay youths! We had tales to tell, songs to whisper, and adventures to take.
But Ay! Our generals took them away!
They shot down the white dove of peace with two missiles. These hubris faces!
They killed thousands of civilians who were demanding their rights. These hubris faces!

Two missiles, 176 passengers, million hopes, all gone.
When there’s no way to wash your bloodied hands,
no voice left to shut down,
and when there’s no wall of lies left to hide behind it,
please don’t refuge to the word, “unintentionally”. Dear Hubris faces!

Dream after dream, hope after hope, graves of buried ambitions.
Did they expected us to stay calm and treat them with any respect?
They can tighten their boots, sharpen their weapons, and polish their medals.
But for now, let them continue their role play game.

(Boom boom)
(Bang bang)
(screams and shouts)
Lie down, you are dead!

Here is the article that inspired my poem:

Why Iran plane disaster protests mark most serious test yet

My reflection/ discussion:

My poem:

Poem Composition:

Blood and Roses Poetry – Mushrooms

Mushrooms, by Silvia Plath is a closed poem with eleven stanzas which each stanza contains three lines, and each line has five syllables (Octet Rule). On the surface level, the poem seems to be about “mushrooms”, but as we read through, by considering the elements like denotation, tone, allusion, and the idiom at the end, we get the sense that the poet tries to convey a deeper and more meaningful insight. From the small and newfound movements, to the people who are marginalized, from the ones who are oppressed, to the ones who feel the winds of change, anyone can feel related to this poem. Mushrooms is a poem that explains how steadily a new way of thinking, a new urge to change, or a movement spreads and gains new followers. Also, by the right usage of figurative devices, she makes it easier for the reader to imagine and make connection with the content. For instance, by using personification, she vitalizes the mushrooms and she adds more human factor to them: “Soft fists insist on heaving the needles, the leafy bedding.” Also, near the ending, in the line, “We shall by morning inherit the earth” she uses allusion to bolden the point that one day these rebels and revolutionaries will rise and demand their rights. In my idea, Mushrooms is a poem about perseverance, and it talks about the obstacles that the marginalized and the ones who are under pressure have to overcome with. On the larger scale, it refers to the Roses part of Blood & Roses theme. The poet conveys the fact that how an ideology or a public urge spreads like a mushroom, and every minute it finds its new followers. To conclude, this poem made feel more connected to all my peers in Iran who are protesting against the economic hardship. Also, in this last week, once more, the demonstrations broke out from the universities. And when after three days of denial, Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps admitted it had shot down the PS752 Ukraine International Airlines flight, it added more to the demonstrators’ anger.