Where the billions went
You, the leaders of Iraq
O you who plundered oil of
The poor people
Those who were patience
Years and years
They were patient more than
Ayoub, the sad
You stole everything
With your disgraceful scheme
All in the name of religion
Who is ignorant of you?
To the Day of Judgment
Is there any lessons and sermons
O corrupt thieves
From those who preceded you
In The dreaded position
Which disappeared and collapsed
In a blink of an eye
They became an impact
After an eye
Great and nice work
That will remain and remember for ever
Is better than precious treasure
Stack it and steal it from
The mouths of the hungry
Who trust and gave you position
Which you not deserve
Is there any lesson and sermon
From the formers
O you who lost and lost
In this your bad work
Both of them,
People's satisfaction
And the Lord of the worlds
Great and nice work That will remain and remember for ever Is better than precious treasure Great poem with these great lines. Truly said Majid. Thanks for sharing it.10+ for it. Subhas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Majid. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks