The First Air Raid On Baghdad

The people seem calm, yet tension is everywhere. We know it is the intention Of the Americans to attack today. War has been declared, it is coming our way. The night has just started when the sirens wail. Baghdad is assailed With missiles setting the city on fire. A show of might. A show of American ire. Missiles coming wave after wave. The tracer bullets cannot save The city from destruction. Buildings centuries in construction Are engulfed in flames, soon to be a tangled mess Of rubble, and smoldering nothingness. The missiles make the city glow With the flashes and bangs of a fireworks show. A show, of a magnitude never seen before Not in any country, or far distant shore. Flames of orange, yellow, and red Light buildings, kindling dread. Explosions of fire and light Bright as the Sun, make daylight out of night. Smoke, rising high in the sky Black, grey and white, so pleasing to the eye. Oh! What a spectacular night in Baghdad. Except, it is so bad. There is no dawn The fires of the night mingle with the morn. Night and day is a smoke filled zone Hovering over the city’s destruction . The light of fires had turned night into day, Now the blackness of the smoke chases the sun away. Slowly Baghdad stirs, for we work by the clock. Our eyes fill with sorrow, as we see our city in shock. Our tears have anger too, But what can we do? Our only hope is that this war should end quickly With little bloodshed or brutality So we can live in peace When the fighting has ceased.