The Red Muharram: An Ode to the Martyrs of July

Nironjon

Artist’s Statement

The Patriotic Olive green terror marching past the maimed corpses of the deceased after emptying barrels of 7.62mm and its genocidal appetite, pig sirens became our midnight lullabies while the drones & Helicopters dropping sound grenades as if we were not already deafened from the fallacious gibberish of news headlines. The balcony was filled with the howls of jackals from the mass graves where hundreds of nameless martyrs were left. dead cops were hung around like Mussolini, while the despot was sobbing over the bloody ashes of her throne.