The last stand

By Farah Beaini
Poem by Farah Beaini on Right Now

for Sisto and others unknown

Yesterday, our ordinary was brave.

Before guns and sirens
Before the cloaking of
grey pavement with
blooming scents

Our ordinary was there, and boy was it brave!

Our shopping trolleys, our chairs,
our arms, our chests. We scavenged
like ravens – whatever it took – to
reclaim streets still learning to
bear scars of ugly synonyms

And I too, owe bravery to the ordinary

to once soaring ravens
now lying perfectly still

to families facing
the first of many
Hanukahs and Diwalis
Christmases and Eids
stained by before and after
by never the same again

Bourke Street or Myanmar
Nauru or Sandy Hook

everywhere is a frontline
and so everyone must stand

for the trolley and the chairs
for the arms and the chests

and whatever it takes
for our stilled ravens
to soar again.



Blackout (poem)

By Bänoo Zan

Bänoo Zan’s poem was written in the aftermath of countrywide protests against sudden steep rise in fuel price in Iran on November 15. Authorities shot down the Internet of the whole country and embarked on a horrific killing spree. Amnesty International has so far verified 208 deaths in less than a week.