Visual Work · 13 September 2026
Bloody Repression — A Poem with an Image
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A four-line poem with an image. Bloody Repression On the eighteenth and nineteenth of Dey, the city ran with blood; in every alley, bullets turned the earth tulip-red. Eight months have passed; that blood has not yet dried; since that night, the heart of this city has been overturned.
Published on S. Rouzbeh’s websitehttps://srouzbeh.com/en/works/ce37050a-d5d0-4230-8e36-f6be3f4c724e
