Mr. Obama! Play this lullaby for your daughters tonight

Keyvan Ahmadi
BarackObama.ir

In one corner of the world, a president is kissing his daughters or get them out of bed to help them have a good start for a new day, whereas in another corner a girl is about to go to bed feeling lonely, as his father hasn’t kissed him since 199 days.

Her mother would tell her the story of the black man living in the western corner who cannot stand the likes of the girl’s father in the eastern corner and therefore the "bad guys” with the black man’s support have killed the girl’s father.

As the night falls down on the western corner, I don’t know whether the president will have the courage to tell the story of the Prince on White Horse perfectly and without any change because the Prince on White Horse has been shot dead by the men of the black man.

Armanshahr’s Blog has dedicated an old music to Armita Rezaee Nejad and Ali Ahmadi Roshan, the little children of the two Iranian nuclear scientists being martyred by MOSAD and CIA terrorists. This tune brings back a lot of memories for the Iranian generation of the 80s.

Mr. President! If you have chosen for tonight’s story the life of a prince and you are missing some details then you can probably play this Iranian lullaby for "Malia" and "Sasha”, who will probably get know the least sufferings that the politicians of your country have imposed on them since the coup on 1950. Maybe in this way, by the time the night is over and the morning comes, the next generation of the Americans has a more reasonable viewpoint on Iran that only wants to be advanced and religious.

 Here you can read the lyrics of this song:

 
Oh, the cute pretty passerine
That flies high above the sky

The feathers of your wing have an earth tone
You have a pure kind heart

Tell me while you were spreading your wings
You did not see my dad

I saw him passed me
And continued to the high up above

He went till the stars
By a slow and silent manner


Oh, the white lonely moon
Who got your face behind the clouds,

The silvery gem of the galaxy
Hung like a lamp from the Sky ceiling

Tell me while you are spreading your light
You did not see my dad

He used to be by my side
But preferred to leave than stay

And continued to the high up above
You dad has gone to see the God


The Kind God
Will stay by my daddy’s side

I won’t cry
As not to make the enemy happy.

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Dedicated to dear BarackObama.ir
Keyvan Ahmadi
A child of 80s