Treasure Island

hosein shafiei


our children are not servants


They think our children are their servants
Our children with bare hands
Have nothing but sands
Their only water is wind run tears
Their only gold is sands
In their own land can't stand
Our land is a wonderland
After this dark clouds
We will sing our songs
The almighty sun
Calls us
To the shining path
Golden mountains in the golden dust
We will sing our songs
Our golden valleys in the golden dust
We will sing our songs.
PS: It is not about politics.All refer to poltics.It is a habit.It is not about politics.
Hosein shafiei

Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

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