Give me another day continued from previous page 

And half a million child,
Because of hunger, died
Young men just started their lives
Parted from their mothers and wives
To be sent
To kill and burn
And what did they get
In return?
Torn souls?
Poisoned bodies?
How did the radiation penetrate them,
Inhabit their every cell?
To beget children maimed,
Witnesses of the injustice done to man
By a pitiless man
From distance, echoes of knell
Another chapter has been written
In the book of martyrology.
The High Priestess of Foreign Affairs said:
"Sacrificing half a million child
On the altar
Of the liberation from the dictator
Is a price that should be paid"
In the Koran is written:
"He, who took life from one human soul,
Unjustly,
Is as if he killed the entire humanity
He, who gave new life to one human soul,
Is as if he gave birth to the entire humanity"
Beg pardon, High Priestess!
One man's soul,
The miracle of the creation,
Our human race divine revelation,
Is too precious to be wasted.
 
Do you think demonstrators are paid
To demonstrate?
Maybe! Sometimes. Still,
The millions all over the world can't be paid!
Let's call a spade a spade
It is the earth nations will
That overwhelmed the streets
As torrents, can't be stopped
They saw the light of the jour
That will never fade
These demonstrators, I'm sure,
Will come to my aid
My judges and jury,
They will be
And will try my cause truly
As it should be
For the clear certainty
Drives away
The ambiguous query
And their verdict
Will bring to the end
This story
I'm putting my cause
Before those
Who believe in Peace,
The fate of Man
Not those
Who hold the Bible
In one hand,
The arms of mass destruction
In the other hand,
Heaps of lies, false accusations
And prejudiced condemnations
To justify enslaving Man!

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