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Apricots for Ali *
Twelve-year-old Ali was sleeping
when a rocket
destroyed his house
His
pregnant mother died,
his younger brother, his father.
So
small has the world become:
four dirty walls
Sheets that his body
of which sixty per cent
Suffered third-degree burns
cannot endure.
So
does he combat the pain,
calls the nurse
hannan, mother.
I
miss my younger brother,
we used to play football
and went fishing together.
Will
I get new arms?
I want to be a doctor!
Before the war he did not even know
what America
was, or England.
There
is so much death here,
he has to stay alive.
Are
there still apricots -
for Ali?
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