Look at them
They are children without hands
This is the truth
As naked as afternoon
They are children without hands
Not one or two
But Thousands and thousands of them
They walk along the street
Lungs of the city empty now
like a village classroom
Around the corner
Infront of the assembly building
There is a heap of small hands
like dead bodies of soldiers
like broken brushes
In this empty city
there are ways to brothels
But no ways to reach children
Look at them
They are children without hands
They walk along the street
like a march of saints
The light in their eyes never fade
They are children without hands
Their tears are big enough to dissolve the earth
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