Poem Inside the prison   By Peyvand Khorsandi July 18, 2003 The Iranian Alive one minute, next she's dead She had a 'brain attack' they said. She was a mother, and now her son Says return the body of my mum. They want to bury her with grace Restore dignity to her face. What's left now, though, who knows-- They beat it with 'Islamist' blows. "In the name of god take that bitch, It's what you get for being a snitch. Canadian passport? Iranian too-- Think you're clever? We'll have you. We'll show you what we're all about, A mullah's smile, barbaric clout-- We'll put you woman in your place You'll disappear without a trace. No one will care that you've seen What you shouldn't have in Evin." Photographer takes her last shot! And we will never know of what. * Send this page to your friends * Printer friendly COMMENT For letters section To Peyvand Khorsandi * Advertising * Support iranian.com * FAQ * Reproduction * Write for Iranian.com * Editorial policy

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