[BONUS]



[N. Hikmet - J.H. Waters]



I come and stand at every door

But no one hears my silent prayer

I knock and yet remain unseen

For I am dead, for I am dead



I'm only seven although 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 fire

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 ask for is for peace

You fight today, you fight to die

So that the children of this world

May live and grow and laugh and play