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Stop War Just For A While

Hello men, come on,
and watch what you've done,
But this time, bring a piece of cloth,
instead of weapons and your guns,

Oh come on men,
wipe the clots and blood out of my eyes,
while listening to the scream of the kids,
when they die,

Oh men, if you'd find my sights,
under the shedding bloods and clots,
never feel shy to look at my eyes,

Oh, men look at my eyes,
and its cloudy skies,
it's gloomy, you see
but I can't cry.

Oh men, come on
and look around,
at the torn bodies laid
in rows on the mounds,
and the scream of children
wandering around,

Do you know how sad it is
for a child to see his mother die?
or for a father,
carrying his dying child?


I'm sure you also know,
because, you too, have a heart,
and feel the pain and the grieves,
because you weren't born swart,
so, put aside your darts.


Oh men, Come on
and touch my broken arms,
Don't worry,
I promise, I'll never cry


Come on men, and never feel shy,
just don't look at me from the very high,
Come on and sit in front of me,
and take my hands out of my aching knee,


It's painful, you know,

but the more pain is in my heart,

Men please lay your heads
gently on my dusty chest,
then you can feel the pain,
from the scream of my heart,

Oh men, it pains, but I can't cry,

Just come on and listen to my friends and their cries,

But you may feel shy for them,
and their moms
who have died!



Oh men please come on,
and wipe the blood
and the dust out of mine,

I'm running out of hope,
for being alive in this world,

cease the fire just for a while,
listen to us,
the kids, and their grieves
from all over the sights,
listen to our heart-coming sighs,
and our pleads,
please
listen to us, and the words,
regarding the children rights.


Please men,
Stop war just for a while,
and listen to us;

When you want to volley the bullets out of the guns,
or to bomb,
think of us, just for a while,



the kids,
and their pleads and shrieks,
and the mine.
Or at least remind, your breeds,
I'm sure you have the ones,



Come close men,
and watch what you've done,
but please bring a piece of cloth,
instead of your weapons and the guns,




Men, please listen to the children,
and their cries,
Come on and wipe,
the tears and blood,
out of the kids,
before wiping the blood and the dust,
Out of mine.


Viona Sadeghi,
August,2016

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