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 flame. My eyes grew dim my eyes grew blind. Death 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 today. So that the children of this world. May live and grow and laugh and play