Iraq Poem by Egal Bohen

Misunderstanding
Resentment
Fear
Blood mingled with salt
From so many tears
Here death has invaded
The minds of the seers
The sky has turned yellow
The sand has gone blue
A world upside down
All afraid of the few
Who deal with the bomb
The Kalashnikov too
Dictators
Liberators
Solutions applied
The results were the same
Innocents died
Religious division
Created the slide
Into a pit
That a nation divides

Iraq bury the sword
Let your Nation be found

For in the sunrise
And the thorn tree
In the soil that you tread
Waits the soul
Of your country

Enough has it bled