Hiroshima. I come and stand at every door / But none can hear my silent tread / I knock and yet rema
Hiroshima. I come and stand at every door / But none can hear my silent tread / I knock and yet remain unseen / For I am dead for I am dead / I’m only seven though I died / In Hiroshima long ago / I’m seven now as I was then / When children die they do not grow / My hair was scorched by swirling flame / My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind / Death came and turned my bones to dust / And that was scattered by the wind / I need no fruit I need no rice / I need no sweets nor even bread / I ask for nothing for myself / For I am dead for I am dead / All that I need is that for peace / You fight today you fight today / So that the children of this world / Can live, grow, laugh and play - Nazim Hikmet *“The desire for life”, Taisir Mahdi (Iraq), 2018 Stenin Press Photo Contest. -- source link
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