From the Silence Remembered
by Michael Doyle

From the waiting silence comes the memory
Of a time when Iran was full of majesty.
This storied land grasps for freedom,
Not wishing to be a kingdom or a theocracy. 

This time whispers the quietly reverent,
This time, our push to rise will be different.
The silence takes shape as if remembered
From a time before the people were dismembered.

Separated by force and willful coercion,
Unnatural politics, then religious extortion,
From a nation's unique civilization. 
Now, we have reached Iran's modern nation.

Religion had been a hope of peace,
But instead was the beast's release.
Bringing more conflict and tyranny,
Than ever in modern Persia's history.

This time is the whisper of a friend.
It's time for the Islamic "republic" to end.
The crown prince rises to speak in his position,
One of credibility and real opposition.

Though accepting his figurehead as chief,
The people seek political and economic relief.
In a unity, mindful of the times of 1979,
Every Iranian dreams of hope for this time.

This time is different is not just an expression.
It is the roar against mechanisms of repression.
The Supreme Leaders have lost their authority,
And the Iranian people know their historic dignity.

Weakened by America's reawakened strength,
The ayatollahs have reached their limited length.
The best and wanted move is a velvet revolution.
Fear can be toppled by a natural sense of evolution.

My daily prayers for a people that I once knew
Is that the military joins as the calls renew.
The people say this time it will be different.
I join in that hope forever in love and reverent.

(c) January 9, 2026   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved