Save My Home Poem by Hamza Al Saieedy

Save My Home

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Maybe there is a mighty cause
Or a reason for what it was
Maybe god is not pleased with me
For the way I would like to be
I've prayed under the gilded dome
For god and said ' please save my home'
Oh God
Save my home
Save my home
My Home
And all what left of these wars
Is empty streets and broken doors
The blood has colored Tigris streams
Pulling the souls of nomad dreams
The north's wounds are running deep
I didn't know how the blood is cheep
They'll write in the history tome
That none would ever save my home
Oh God
Oh god Please
Save my home
Save my home
My Home
Dear I can't see the sun of tomorrow
All I imagine is pain and sorrow
As the monsters those people are wild
They took the life of a thousand child
Who carried the rifle can't show no love
But we all know that our god above

But God,
people are equal as the teeth of the comb
crying for you to save their home
Save ours
Save my home
My home
O, HOME

Friday, August 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: home
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To Iraq
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