Against the usage of chemical bombs in Halabche Iraq
Thunder thunder lightening
Dreadful sound is frightening
Nothing moving ... nothing said
Sun has faded before met
Twisty branches have no leaves
Doors are all shot ... with no keys
Living people far O'far
All hearts left in deep scar
Whirlwind carries leaves around
Listen to the human sound
Where can I go ... where can I stay
There is no chance ... world is grey
Blossoms of thoughts ...upside down
People crying... even the clown
Silence silence ... town in ash
Life is not worth... a penny cash
Listen to the rivers flow
Living of age urges glow
Eyes are open ... looks still
No one breading ... death is real
Baby's hand on mother's breast
His head hanging of his chest
Someone smashed human rules
Men at their works... dead as tools
Pebbles of stones O pebbles of stones
Side by side... with young men's bones
The grey clouds of lasting sigh
Covered the town and the sky
All these graves line by line
Would bright sun ever shine
Farah Notash
Tehran 1987
Book 4
www.farah-notash.com
