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#95: my name is Mondia
I like to play with shiny things
I saw a sparkle in the distance
Ran to it this beautiful morning
As I touched it, it exploded
Blew my legs right off of me
My mother shall never tell me to be strong again
My name is Badeshi
Perhaps maybe you could tell me
If you could here and somehow understand
Perhaps you could tell me why I have a third hand out of my neck
Or maybe you could tell me what uranium is
And why was I born with cancer
No one knew this was a nuclear field
But you fired your DU here on open ground
My name is Hajji
My father went off in the war
Just days later my mom was taken in a raid
Londis my sister was shot in the back
I’m alone with my left had taken by the army
My name is Akin
I went with my father on a hunt
With just two bullets to bring down food to the village
When we returned with a gazelle
Found the village turned to a black mark upon the earth
With little water we wandered the dessert for help
- Title: teh children of Iran
- Artist: ellohell0
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- Date: 06/15/2010
- Tags: children iran
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