O mother....

[aldopacific at gn.apc.org]

O mother, O mother, I hate bombs
They frighten me to death when they drop
For it shakes our house and city
It shakes my heart, I tremble inside.

I dream every night of war planes
Appearing above my head in the sky
I scream and cry in my dreams
I am disturbed all through my sleep.

O mother, how long will will this war last?
How many of my brothers will be lost?
I have already lost two, O mother
I cannot afford to lose another!


- from Iran - A Child's Story, A Man's Experience
- Gholam-Reza Sabri-Tabrizi (one of the signatories
  of the Beseechment for the Kurds - see above)