When I Am Dead

when I am dead, don't look at my face, it is filled with sadness; time has slapped it again and again left its ugly signature on it. don't look at my face, for it has cried uncontrollably at the death of children due to bombing, at the destruction of hospitals and shelters for refugees, at the widows begging for alms. when I am dead, don't open my eyes, it is filled with tears, for the innocents and poor who got killed while sleeping and dreaming about a bright future for themselves and their children; who have written poems and stories appreciating the beauty of the world, of the goodness of the humanity, about love and peace. when I am dead, bury me at a place far from the zone of war where only the wind sings.