Every night, If you'll look closely enough at the sky, You could see the thousands of Iranian children silently, Walking trough the minefield, With plastic keys hanging from their necks that were promised to bring them to paradise, When the mines will **explode.
Let's take a moment and keep in mind all the Iranian children that lost their lives, while going before the army trough the minefields to "demoralize the enemy and to show the determination of the Iranian people".