[BONUS] [N. Hikmet - J.H. Waters] I come and stand at every door But no one hears my silent prayer I knock and yet remain unseen For I am dead, for I am dead I'm only seven although 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 fire My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind d**h came and turned my bones to dust And that was scattered by the wind I need no fruit I need no rice I need no sweets nor even bread I ask for nothing for myself For I am dead, for I am dead All that I ask for is for peace You fight today, you fight to die So that the children of this world May live and grow and laugh and play