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Earthquake poems

What is the little child doing
among the ruins
searching for mum and dad?
It is so cruel and cold
the sky is crying
even the tears are frozen
the winds are blowing
and my sister is sitting
near her kids who are dead now
tell me my dear
how can I sleep , how can I eat
every night hearing
the sounds of the kids in school
who are all under ruins
streaching out their hands for help
the life has come up to my throat
and I murmur all the time
isn't there anything we could do
to make people safe
and then I remember you and pray
may god bless you my dears
who are trying to make the world
a safer place to live.

 

Oct. 12, 2005

Mariam Mokhtari

iEARN-NDYS

Teheran, Iran

 

 

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