I come and stand at every doorBut no one hears my silent dreadI
knock and yet remain unseenFor I am dead, for I am deadI'm
only seven although I've diedIn Hiroshima long agoI'm
seven now as I was thenWhen children die they do not growMy hair
was scorched by swirling flameMy eyes grew dim, my eyes grew
blindDeath came and turned my bones to dustAnd that was
scattered by the windI need no fruit, I need no riceI need no
sweet, nor even breadI ask for nothing for myselfFor I am dead,
for I am deadAll that I ask is that for peaceYou fight today you
fight to dieSo that the children of this worldMay live and grow,
and laugh and play
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