Pure evil - carpet bombing just like they did Gaza

[ananda]

10. Here's the translation.

Shirin Neshat’s Allegience with Wakefulness – a translation of the feet by aa

Left foot: Martyr, you have gone up and I am on earth. Brother, my face is black, I am ashamed. I had a white horse one day, I had hope in my martyrdom one day. My heart, you were around here last night. Tell me, who stole my white horse? Martyr, I had a wild horse one day, I had hope in martyrdom one day. I ran to the house of wine one night like . . .

Right foot: You who have forgone life, with your warm hands . . . my hands . . . who am your poet and with . . . warm body came . . . to join you, so that we may rise together on resurrection day. Oh, good, oh, brother, at nights I wake with the sound of your bullets, and find myself praying for you. Oh, lonely hero, oh angel of the revolution of Liberty, Life without faith is a kind of death. You who have foregone life, with your warm hands . . . my hands . . .