ali habash Biography

The heart has filled with wastelands
And empty bottles, and homeland
gets farther from me everyday.
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The cigarette
it shoots bullets into my life
Every day
But I pine for it
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Rockets fill my heart and head
Time is running by
All your friends are being blamed
for this, Oh Iraq.
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They used to translate the war
for a newspaper;
My fingers
Filled with the dead.
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We multiply by a bomb
Then we bear another.

We drag our children into passport documents.
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