Neda

 

By Charles D. Moorer

 

Desperate men in the name of religion doing desperate things have taken your life as surely as if they had pulled the trigger. Depravity cloaked in the façade of respectability is the worst kind for it hides behind the pretensions of their would be truths. Desperate men doing desperate things so afraid of an assemblage of their own people they would blame outsiders for the natural foment of a people’s political will awakened. Poor Neda, at the wrong place at the wrong time. Your death is the catalyst for a new beginning on earth as it is in heaven. Neda, gone too soon will live forever.