The Caravan of Sorrow

Farah Notash
Tehran, 28-05-1999

For the agonies of bare feet
Kurds expelled from Iraq

The longest march in deepest sorrow
Mama I can?t bare no more barrow
little girl put your head on my shoulder
The silence of the world makes it colder

Little boy don?t go on your feet are sore
oh I?m so starving, can go no more
The night is so long and there is no light
Mama, I can?t sleep, I have no might

The baby lost life, here in my arms
the bombs are growing there on our farms
Please, oh help me, life is so sad.
bullet in my leg driving me mad.

I only want some drinking water
oh I have lost my little daughter
where is she, oh dear is she asleep?
She is so mightless she can?t even weep.