basim al aoda

Rookie (1/7/1960 / Iraq)

2 Poems - Poem by basim al aoda


Tomorrow –
The war will finish,
The trees have disappeard,
Just as –
The birds have vanished,
And the buffalos,
And many, many ….
Of the black eyes,
The war will finish morrow.
And we rummage,
With out benefit,
About one –
In order to enumerate,
The sanguinary days.


This woman is a hard white,
Is satiated with the bad,
Every morning –
Wakes up,
To inspect the towels –
On the clothes sline,
She is lonely-
Prepares her white coffee,
And as an intended fighter,
She puts her tunic –
On her shoulder,
And she departs.
In the next early morn,
She puts the towels in a washing machine,
And with the little of wine,
She is going –
With her ordinary lethargy.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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