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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464358" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dreams and Weapons</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the astray travellers, <br>Of South Asia, <br>We have purchased weapons <br>by selling our dreams; <br>And always preferred to form forces <br>To the starving children.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now in our deserted courtyard <br>The trenches slink, <br>And blood-claiming Furnace of War <br>Gazes at our well grown up bodies <br>With capricious eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">War <br>From behind the table of dialogue<br>Whispers to us, <br>And the starved graveyard <br>By steadily creeping, <br>Has reached walls of the city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the branch of our helpless eyes, <br>The dream of prosperity and friendship <br>Is withering.<br>The moment is alert, awakening in my blood, <br>When these forces … in front of my eyes<br>Will ravage ruin Beauty and Life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only Death will be alive to discriminate <br>Between the conqueror and the conquered, <br>And Silences, <br>Will celebrate the event on our half burnt bodies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a><div class=q>
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Of South Asia, 
We have purchased weapons 
by selling our dreams; 
And always preferred to form forces 
To the starving children.

Now in our deserted courtyard 
The trenches slink, 
And blood-claiming Furnace of War..."></div>
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