The streets are lined
In green and black
A tear falls
No turning back
Teargas and fire
The streets are crying
Gunpowder and blood
The children dying
Or stolen away
In dark of night
Chants grow louder
No end in sight
Somewhere in Tehran
A mother’s bitter cry
Her son she’s seen
For the last time
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