A poem from mante myore about Iran and Iran election

Iranian Villanelle (with apologies to Dylan Thomas) #iran #sonnet Do not go gentle into Iranian night, Though streets burn and youth are in the fray; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though Mousavi‘s people don’t end fight for right, Because the army troops hold powerful guns they Go not gentle into that bloody night. Good people, their courage overcoming fright, Their stones and fires unable to keep big guns at bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Brave men and womens staring with unblinkng sight, Their dreams could blaze like meteors and hope display, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, young hopefuls in freedom’s plight, Curse, damn the armies with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into Iranian night, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.