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An
Iraqi child… here I stand
A
broken heart in a threatened land.
Hold
your sword and fight for me
I’m
a kid… with no glee.
Crying
alone, can you dry my tears?
I
‘m afraid, can you kill these fears?
“Help!”
I scream, can anyone hear?
“Help!”
I scream, is anyone here?
Protection
is what I am looking for,
Stop
the strike, protect me from war.
They
accuse and accuse but cannot prove
And
we can’t stop them though we don’t approve!
Filled
with depression, filled with pain,
Filled
with sadness…but all in vain.
Filled
with anger, but what’s the use?
My
feelings can not stop the abuse!
Justice
and Peace have got no word,
Humanity
is living in a bleeding world.
Dad says things that I can’t understand:
“Inspection,
sanctions and controlling our land”,
“Taking
our oil” and a “regime change”,
“Absence
of International legitimacy and law”
And
many other things that are above my age
Fear
of war is all what I can comprehend and know.
I
just wonder, “What have I done?”
And
why do they want to set my sun?
My
young heart is filled with fears,
My
innocent face is wet by tears,
My
tongue is for help screaming.
My
mind is of peace dreaming.
I’m
waiting for future that’s mysterious and unknown,
In
a world that’s headed by one single throne;
One
superpower that no one fights
And
no one can defend my human rights.
Lost
and confused, have nothing but to wait
For
anything to be done before it’s too late!
An
Iraqi child…here I stand
A
broken heart in a threatened land
Hold
your sword and fight for me
I’m
a kid…with no glee
Crying
alone, can you dry my tears?
I’m
afraid, can you kill these fears?
By
Mai Hamdy Ali Desouki
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