 The heartbeat of death
By Sara Tajbakhsh
April 23, 2003
The Iranian
People act, children cry,
In a heartbeat, people die.
Bombs fall, cities rust,
In a heartbeat, today is dust.
People hurt, leaders are vain,
In a heartbeat the world goes insane.
Rain falls, the air is cold,
In a heartbeat, friendships are sold.
People change, tyrants seek fame,
In a heartbeat, nothing is the same.
Bullets are shot, buildings blow,
In a heartbeat, thousands of bodies flow.
People destroy, soldiers fear,
In a heartbeat, death is near.
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