The Dead Little Girl- Nazim Hikmet
It is me knocking at your door- at how many doors i've beenBut no one can see meSince the dead are invisible.I died at Hiroshimathat was ten years agoI am a girl of sevenDead children do not grow.First my hair caught firethen my eyes burnt outI became a handful of ashesblown away by the wind.I don't wish anything for myselffor a child who is burnt to cinderscannot even eat sweets.I'm knocking at your doorsaunts and uncles, to get your signaturesso that never again children will burnand so they can eat sweets.
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