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ONE THOUSAND AND ONE BOMBS ON BAGHDAD
We were accustomed to read one thousand And one night in Baghdad... Tonight the glorious city-sky is sad, It sounded bang! Bang Where is my mummy? Where is my dad? Are they all alive under the cruise wreckage; Or are they all dead? The a ‘Rashid city was weeping, It rained hatred, It rained prejudiced, It rained cactus of different shapes, They're all aliens, Some were homemade, They're all colourful, In blue, in yellow and in red. Do you still remember brother? Because if you don't I still do What the big Satan, Lucifer what he said! The cross versus the crescent, take it or leave it, An entire racism by the media was also fed. Some hidden in a banker, Others crawling of hunger, Others demonstrating with anger, Pale, yellowish faces they all looked bad. Where is my nation..My Arabity..My Islam ? Oh...Mutasamahh! Where are my brothers? Are they all dead??? They called it precise bombing and it was right indeed, In the heart of the baby-heart Like the British game of dart, The arrow hit its target, It hit it like mad. Nobody moves a finger, In the age of Patriot and Stinger, They all believe in star-wars, economic prosperity, They all believe in the Pope, pop-star singer, They all believe that one-day Allah would side with them to defeat, The neo-Thamud and Aad, They're all waiting for the coming future Mahdi, And for the Armageddon battle to be led.
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