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• Tatul Sonentz-Papazian

  THE CALL
  To Neda

  On a summer day
  in this ancient land
  where a pagan sun
  once reigned supreme
  in a merciless encounter
  between hope and fear
  in the eternal sphere
  of re-creation –
  on the streets of a city
  torn between what was
  and what is to be –
  between Adam
  and Eve – on the eve
  of a new dawn you ventured
  forth with childlike candor
  holding the hand
  of destiny…

  You wondered for whom
  the shots were meant
  as your chest exploded
  and you fell…
  your wide open young eyes
  turned to the skies
  to the fading light
  of a silent sun
  seeking an answer
  to the divine thirst
  for a sacrifice —
  a burnt offering
  on the blood soaked altar
  of freedom of the soul…

  Your unuttered call
  yet to be heard
  is suddenly silenced
  by a pierced heart
  bleeding on the dust
  of a long road paved with pain
  leading to the final abode
  of the human spirit
  in its quest for peace
  in an Eden without bars…

  You are home at last
  nestled in a million hearts
  that witnessed in your demise
  and your frozen gaze
  the surging triumph of light
  over darkness.

  —————– Tatul Sonentz

  26 June 2009, 16:18 pm

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