This poem lands very forcefully. You tell it straight, the grief of this and all wars. You acknowledge the political forces that have been used to justify great evil, while pivoting to the deeply personal. It is not a diatribe or manifesto. The grief over the girls slaughter is made personal and rises above the idiocy of states and weapons. And the refrain that the Minab flows into the straits of Hormuz grounds us in what is holy and real, the land, the river, the people. It calls to heaven for justice and peace.