I am an Afghan Iranian Turkish American China Rosiem AFTH)
I am a Zoroastrian Jewish Jewish Christian Bahaund and my Muslim Bahai
I am an Iranian who is the sake of the Afghan tradition that I have a fifth year. War
A black African like the depth of the forestry that is treated like the parasite
I am a German who is a Nazi party that slices the party for his crime
An American we gave in Iraqi hands in this war and death My flag lost so many names and customs of my lost porch
in any form and dress in every country of love and freedom and human and my dignity I am all like and just this is the name of humanity that is the most beautiful
Swell in the vastness of the world, to call any skin color and tongue, call
for the day when Zendona Viirca Hesar Mothers Eyes for Gruns
and the beautiful spirit of no trampled woman is not a trampled woman. Fire
The day when no ones life does not look at the belief and faith of the rosary and beard The day when the freedom of the street is all equal and the little man of the great sister and brother The day where I am everywhere in peace and freedom. I am not going to die much sooner than you think
But stay in and remember the hawks of your mind to the world
Read and laugh at me and breathe at any moment. A metaphor of Saddams poets
