دادمهر و هانی رجبی بروکن ارث

crushed dolls under the scape steps,
homeless people with frozen wishes,
Their lost memories and buried laughs
take my sigh and put it on your cries

Where is the world going?with so many drowned in madness
the throat of peace pigeon is bloody as hell
Where is the world going with these corps on it's body?
with wounded memories of It's moments of being

For you to sleep, how many bullets must I count
How am I to bestow sleep on your eyes
this nasty world which has become bread against blood
Where lullaby has become babies non-stop cries

How many prolonged sunsets are the chest of your sight
How many times thieves have toppled your stars
Dark circles around the eyes are due to what fever?
homelessness is your share for how many nights?