Rockets fill my heart and head
Time is running by
All your friends are being blamed
for this, Oh Iraq.
These are our dreams
Barbed wire crowds the streets
and people are entangled by it
and get lost in between.
I tried to slip through all this chaos.
I saw a family trying to climb a truck
and I saw a child with eye
full of tears behind a tank
and I saw a coffin waiting
beside the Euphrates bank.
Life has no meaning anymore.
Just tons of metal and iron
Are all these arms just for me,
For my children, my old home?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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