CHILD OF HIROSHIMA
(written by Nazim Hikmet and Pete Seeger)
(music calligraphy by miriam berg)
I come and stand by every door
But none can hear my silent tread
And none can see me where I stand
For I am dead, for I am dead.
I was only seven when I died
In Hiroshima long ago
I'm seven now as I was then
When children die, they do not grow.
My hair was scorched by swirling flame
My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind
The fire turned my bones to dust
And it was scattered by the wind.
I need no meat, I need no rice,
I need no sweets, nor even bread
I need nothing for myself
For I am dead, for I am dead.
All that I ask is that for peace
You strive today, you strive today
That the children of a future time
May live to grow and run and play.
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)