Letter To Iraq
letter to Iraq
beneath your skin lies terror,
your sons and daughters die young
i have seen their limbs tread on bombs ,
play grounds for dead bodies.
death comes by night to orphan children by morning.
for what purpose does life serve when mothers bury their young?
school classrooms for refuge camps,
streets that were once rivers has turned to blood baths
where children miss their mosque prayers to pick their fathers dead bodies.
your air heavy like your lungs are shackled by tears
hunger pangs for bomb blasts,
another house demolished like a broken heart,
i have seen how media bandages wrap your wounds
without knowing timeless sepsis,
your lips keep uttering silent prayers
for knees have been crushed to the grounds,
your cracks are seen on the silence of your wounded soul.
from a humanitarian.
allah-ukhba
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