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That the killers are crying over our graves.<\/p>\n
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And their screams.<\/p>\n
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It confuses our mothers’ fuss.<\/p>\n
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They are sitting on top of the towers, with a sharp camera.<\/p>\n
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They are following all the details.<\/p>\n
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Growing up in “Deobandi” schools.<\/p>\n
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Until the bomb was strapped to his back.<\/p>\n
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And he\/she\/it sighed heavily.<\/p>\n
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In the hidden alleys of “Dasht-e Barchi” neighborhood..<\/p>\n
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Wonder.<\/p>\n
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Running.<\/p>\n
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Fear.<\/p>\n
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Running.<\/p>\n
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These are the tools of intoxication.<\/p>\n
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And if it’s hidden.<\/p>\n
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Shivon is looking for something.<\/p>\n
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Drying feet.<\/p>\n
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And then silence.<\/p>\n
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Heavy silence…<\/p>\n
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At night, they come down from the towers.<\/p>\n
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The flowers have made the house a sad place.<\/p>\n
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They suddenly turn on the TV.<\/p>\n
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The great leaders awaken the nobility of peace.<\/p>\n
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And in the Security Council, they raise their hands higher…<\/p>\n
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You see.<\/p>\n
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Eiffel Tower<\/p>\n
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Burj Khalifa.<\/p>\n
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Freedom Tower.<\/p>\n
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They have turned off.<\/p>\n
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“To our burnt bodies’ joy.”<\/p>\n
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They cry on our graves.<\/p>\n
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Killers.<\/p>\n
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On our grave.<\/p>\n
\nThey are laughing so joyfully!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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