A Rage from Hell

Speaking in God’s Name

Ayatollah Khatami declared in a televised Friday sermon in June 2009 that “Anybody who fights against the Islamic system or the leader of Islamic society, fight him, until complete destruction". How can you effect a change in government when the people in charge equate their rule with that of Allah's, and Allah said that any opposition to His rule should be slaughtered.

2:191 Kill them wherever you find them and drive them out wherever they drove you out. Sedition is worse than slaughter (emphasis mine). Do not fight them at the Sacred Mosque until they fight you at it. If they fight you there kill them. Such is the reward for the unbelievers.

To be perfectly clear as to what he meant, Khatami demanded during his sermon that demonstrators for fair elections be executed (shot).

Remembering Neda

Khatami's incitement to mass murder reminded me of a poem written by a man who faced a firing squad.

Earlier that morning he had been taken out to the courtyard to be shot. He had been told two days earlier that this morning was to be his last.

He was prepared to die. What he was not prepared for was to live. When the bullets only hit the wall against which he stood and not his eyes, his head or his heart, he started to shake uncontrollably; his long-suffering, trembling legs refusing to carry him any further in any direction — the puddle of yellowish fluid forming at his feet only adding to the indignity of it all.

Days of Pain and Madness

The poem was written when the Ayatollah Khomeini was doing to his opposition what Khatami is demanding be done now.

A Rage From Hell


Momentarily with pain

              for my wounded heart

            in this desert of pain

              there is





                     there is

no end.

   From my eyes the water


                   grief’s rain.

          A red moment,

                    as you know,

                      is on the way.

                 Sooner or later,

                       a rage from Hell

             will yell


Pity the poor people of Iran. Pity the proud descendants of the great Darius and Zerxes terrorized into submission by cold-blooded pitiless men trapped in a medieval mindset.

Bernard Payeur June 30, 2009