hosein shafiei (Iran)
When the sun rose, the eyes of half of our children were closed to the sun.
When the sun rose, the other half mourned against the sun.
When the sun rose, mothers mourned against our beautifull sun.
And we learned the shinning path to emancipation.
p.s: It is not about politics.
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