Poetry The heartbeat of death   By Sara Tajbakhsh April 23, 2003 The Iranian People act, children cry, In a heartbeat, people die. Bombs fall, cities rust, In a heartbeat, today is dust. People hurt, leaders are vain, In a heartbeat the world goes insane. Rain falls, the air is cold, In a heartbeat, friendships are sold. People change, tyrants seek fame, In a heartbeat, nothing is the same. Bullets are shot, buildings blow, In a heartbeat, thousands of bodies flow. People destroy, soldiers fear, In a heartbeat, death is near.  * Send this page to your friends * Printer friendly COMMENT For letters section To Sara Tajbakhsh * Advertising * Support iranian.com * FAQ * Reproduction * Write for Iranian.com * Editorial policy

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