A Letter from an Iraqi Baby............

[منازار]

[align=center]That letter I received it by e-mail ,,,, it is from an Iraqi baby[/align]

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This is the story that must be told
Of an Iraqi baby, not very old

Lying in her crib on a star-lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?

She lies there quietly touching her nose
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes

Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she Talking to
someone, who could it be?

An angel is standing with her in the room.
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.

The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round
Then suddenly comes the most deafening sound

The ceiling drops in, in a second or two...
On her crib so she ceases to coo...

No one knows how long she lies there
Who thought about it? Doesn't anyone care?

Is she alive? Is she dead? Is she in pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?

Her name is Amal, in English we say Hope
Crushed between the rubble, her tiny fingers start to grope!

Where is my Mommy? I love her so dear.
Come get me Mommy! It's dark in here!

I'm scared and hungry and I can't see my feet,
There's blood in my mouth. Give me something to eat!

Where is Daddy? Where's my big brother?
It hurts when I breathe. Where is my mother?

How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but I can't even scream!

They appear again by my side.
This time with a tear I plead...Why have I died?

Am I alone in my suffering? NO, there are many others.
In our grief and misery, we are all sisters and brothers.

Who are we, I ask you.. for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?

Is it true? Am I nothing? How could it be?
Don't Bush abd Blair also have babies, just like me?

It is war they say, of which death is a part.
How blind they've become, how hardened of heart!

Did someone say hero? To whom they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?!

Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!

No war has been won; no ifs, buts or maybes
For President Saddam still lives. They've only killed babies..[/align]

[محمدعلي العراقي]

كلمات شعرية حزينة ولكنها معبرة....
تجعل المرء يتسائل ألف مرة... لماذا دمنا رخيص الى هذا الحد؟...
ولماذا الطفولة العراقية تنزف وتنزف.. منذ عقود...
وكلما تخيلنا أن النزيف إنقطع ...
جاء من يوقظه...مرةً أخرى..
تارةً باسم النضال ضد الفرس المجوس
واخرى النضال ضد أعداء العراق..
أو ضد الإرهاب...
أو ضد الإحتلال...
لايهم المدعى... المهم أن يذبحوا الطفوله.. ظنهم أن مستقبل العراق سيذبح معه..
ولكن هيهات...إن الله معنا.. والشياطين معهم...