World is grey

Against the usage of Chemical bombs in Halabcheh

Thunder thunder lightening.
Dreadful sound is frightening.
Nothing moving, nothing said.
Sun has faded before met.
Twistly brunches have no leaves.
Doors are all shot, with no keys
Living people far o?far.
All hearts Left in deep scar.
Whirlwind Carries leaves around.
Listen to the human sound.
Where Can I go where Can I stay?
There is no chance world is grey.
Blosoms of Thoughts up side down.
People crying..., even the clown

Silence Silence, Town in ash.
Life is not worth, a penny cash.
Listen to the river Flow.
Living of age urges glow
Eyes are open, looks still.
Noone breating, death is real.
Baby?s hand on mother?s breast.
His head hanging of his chest.
Someone smashed human rules.
Men at their works, dead as tools.
Pebbles of Stones, o?pebbles of stones.
Side by side with young men?s bones.
The grey clouds of Lasting sigh?
Covered the town and the sky.
All these graves line by line
Would bright sun, ever shine?

Farah Notash
Tehran, 1987