51) Voice of Iraq
BaghdadBecomes a scene of murder everyday
For who desires to commit a crime
It welcomes death with open arms
They are wearing a bloody cloth
Ready to head to the grave and mourn
The children who died before uttering their names
May all the prayers of pain reach their souls again
Those who couldn't live normally as other children do
With their innocent smiles
And unartifical acts, how cruel
Without getting enough of mom and dad's love
Let the world witness the hands
That hanged the baby on the cradle
And killed the infant before he reached his mom's bosom
And shot their dreams and left them shattered
They at least now moved to the other world
Where they can find some peace unfolds
And the mercy of their lord
Poetry by Amanda K
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Written on 2007-04-03 at 10:23
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