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There’s
nothing to write
for
those mutilated mercies
nothing
to write
for
eyes dried up
nothing
to cry about, nothing to love.
The
depleted uranium,
your
garbage
America
,
world
super power
world
super army,
left
nothing to cry about, nothing to love.
So
proud of your sanctions,
you
act the hangman,
tying
the noose
tight,
and tighter yet,
till
there’s nothing to choke,
nothing
to kill.
Nothing
to feed
the
children of
Iraq
nothing
to teach them
no
words to explain
troop
mobilizations,
international
inspectors
the
axis of evil.
What
do you tell them
when
the bombs start to fall
when
the fires start to burn?
what
do you say
when
the bones start to break,
and
the blood starts to flow?
Cover
their eyes
maybe
just maybe
they
won’t notice
the
ruins of their world
won’t
notice the smell.
Cover
their mouths
and
shout them down,
maybe
the noise of the planes
and
the late night news
will
drown them out
till
there’s nothing to hear
no
children to love, care about, or save.
By
Marwa Elnaggar
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