iraq a land with two water lanes
they don't have to depend on rains
they were either akkadians or assyrians or abassids
all there lords had lots of ambitious needs
there men always got the time that they were tall
but everything beautiful has to fall
they had resources that could flood the earth
lords and king and emperors and leaders fought for iraq since birth
that saddens me
to see
all its beauty fall on the ground
and get teared up like meat thats gotten mushed by a vicious blood hound
so all my arab brother put one had on the other
and fight the intruder like brothers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem