POETRY Shock and awe By Babak Mozafarian March 26, 2003 The Iranian From heaven's gate, gleaming with a smile the winged angel of death, sends cordial greetings to meet children's dreamless eyes From the land of the great, bearing stripes and stars fly the blind torch bearers, to pluck out the whites of doves' eyes Oh say can you see hopes of peace fleeing? Dare you not question thy conscience, for whom or what thy mighty hand is wrongly steering? In the distance beneath the rubbles sneaks out a child surrendering a cry to the world, that while you were sleeping, a winged angel torched the blue skies over my house and left my heart and pride bleeding. * Printer friendly Does this article have spelling or other mistakes? Tell me to fix it. COMMENT * For letters section * To Babak Mozafarian * Advertising * Support iranian.com * FAQ * Reproduction * Write for Iranian.com * Editorial policy RELATED Poetry in iranian.com
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