This is an ode written by Maryam DiMauro to the seven imprisoned Baha'i leaders in Iran published on Facebook 17 February 2009, including the photos. The news story can be read here.
The Mighty Seven
You stand tall
Like an everglade
It does not matter
What they throw
Daisies grow in sidewalks
The more they lie
The brighter your mighty orbs are
The more they fear
The stronger your love
which blooms like stormy seeds
Rising in unknown lands
Falling from the heavens
Like confused stars
You do not hear their malice
Only the calls of the faithful
Who knock on doors,
Tell their friends
Who arise in celestial armies
You feel the pulse of it
And it cannot dim you
With their filth
We see you, your pure souls piercing through the darkness
They try to touch you
But you are no longer of this earth
you are a far cry in the heavens
A trumpet call which splashes forth
You tap your foot in it's rhythm
Let them try to make us forget
But your wings
Are already far above it
You have faith
Which cover our universe
And make us
Brilliant
You truly are dust
In the path of the Loved one
Like an everglade
It does not matter
What they throw
Daisies grow in sidewalks
The more they lie
The brighter your mighty orbs are
The more they fear
The stronger your love
which blooms like stormy seeds
Rising in unknown lands
Falling from the heavens
Like confused stars
You do not hear their malice
Only the calls of the faithful
Who knock on doors,
Tell their friends
Who arise in celestial armies
You feel the pulse of it
And it cannot dim you
With their filth
We see you, your pure souls piercing through the darkness
They try to touch you
But you are no longer of this earth
you are a far cry in the heavens
A trumpet call which splashes forth
You tap your foot in it's rhythm
Let them try to make us forget
But your wings
Are already far above it
You have faith
Which cover our universe
And make us
Brilliant
You truly are dust
In the path of the Loved one
Used with the author's kind permission.
