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Street Gangs

By Mina Javaherbin
January 24, 2002
The Iranian


On the Tajik horizon

orange colors of dusk

rise behind a stilt bomber.

The shiny jet

soars like an eagle

to deliver death.


With all this majesty,

why do we act

like street gangs?

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