Iraq Poem by Tears From A Soldiers Eyes
Iraq
I grew up in the ghetto, thought I knew what "hard" meant,
Concrete dreams, sirens singing every night I was bent.
Then I landed in Baghdad, where history bleeds through the sand,
And pain ain't a chapter in a book—it's the language of the land.
This soil is soaked in centuries of broken promises and graves,
Bombs write headlines, bullets teach children how to be brave.
Faces stay tense, like smiles cost too much to afford,
Every corner got a story, every prayer ignored.
I hear rounds fly up and down range like the world lost control,
And I ask myself quietly—can this place ever be whole?
Peace feels foreign here, like a word mispronounced,
Hope walks in whispers, fear speaks loud when it counts.
Ain't one finger you can point, no single soul to blame,
Just pawns on a board in a political game.
My country, their country—different flags, same scars,
Same mothers crying under the same cold stars.
They call it peace through violence, but that math never adds,
You bury sons for power, then wave them off as "collateral damage."
When the smoke finally clears and the rifles go quiet,
What's the prize we're left with—and was it worth the riot?
Every day that passes pulls me further from home,
Nights don't last long, but the days drag on alone.
Some moments feel righteous, others feel wrong,
But weakness ain't an option—I force myself strong.
Because somewhere back home, there's a little girl who waits,
Counting days on her fingers, trusting daddy beats fate.
So I carry this weight, every fear, every zone,
Just to make one promise true—
Daddy's coming home.
a good poem - make it great with time. i rewrite my poems endlessly until each word is exactly perfect. one of my limericks (woman who wasnt) took over ten years to finish because i couldnt think of the third rhyme (dozens) it will be interesting to see this poem again in six weeks. thank you for making such a sacrifice for me. i do honor the freedom you and yours afford me. all politics aside, some of us realize you are the ones who really make this country great for all of us. stay safe. peace&love in jesus name, k
Danny, thanks for commenting on my poem 'Artist and war' Reading this poem I can see your wisdom coming through. War does bring out the inner man, don't you think?
The poem is so touching in so many ways! I know how feeling alone and not knowing why things are going on feels like. I had one person in this crazy world who i could tell everything to and when he died my life has spiraled downwards and i dont know what i did for it to happen. Just like the war in a way that the troops should be out by now and the fight isnt really for justice but because of politics. Amazing poem Daniel. God bless you.
What a wonderful poem. Thank you for all that you have done and supporting our country. God Bless you!
Hmmm. The sentiment behind this is daring in that you speak of it at all. I know that forming the words to analyze such events when you are in the thick is probably very difficult. I only want to suggest to cut out the rhyme and the flow and rhythm mat even out so the raw emotion of the time can flow freely. Just a suggestion. Take care Joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Here's wishing that you have the opportunity to come home sonn...be safe. Hugs, Dee