I come and stand at every door <br />But none can hear my silent tread <br />I knock and yet remain unseen <br />For I am dead for I am dead <br /> <br />I'm only seven though I died <br />In Hiroshima long ago <br />I'm seven now as I was then <br />When children die they do not grow <br /> <br />My hair was scorched by swirling flame <br />My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind <br />Death came and turned my bones to dust <br />And that was scattered by the wind <br /> <br />I need no fruit I need no rice <br />I need no sweets nor even bread <br />I ask for nothing for myself <br />For I am dead for I am dead <br /> <br />All that I need is that for peace <br />You fight today you fight today <br />So that the children of this world <br />Can live and grow and laugh and play<br /><br />Nazim Hikmet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hiroshima-child/
