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Our Struggle
A Poem by
Mahmud Kianush
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Is
it all in the hands of the wind?
Of all the winged seeds,
Falling from the tree,
Many
are blown away
To
the gutters of ignorance,
To the fires of greed,
To
the deserts of prejudice;
And
only a few happen to land
On
the banks of the ever-flowing river.
The
tree,
The
wind
And
our hopeful struggles.
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2006 K. Kianush, Art Arena
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