Hamza Al Saieedy

Rookie - 20 Points (1994/7/28 / The-Qar \ iraq)

Mesopotamia - Poem by Hamza Al Saieedy

Peace upon the wind that rustle home,
Through the ruins to the golden dome.
News, Than gusts carving the eternal sand;
And ships overriding The blacken land!
Loud calling by your moon and sun:
Mesopotamia all the run!
Your darks is the tender and the days!
Even the days are lost with says!
That blacken green, (the sight of palm) ,
Rivers flows with a broken calm.
My home is where the glory born!
Lived and lives through the rising morn.
Dropped to you with a new reality,
Cause of life has the sun's clarity

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The odd phrases:
Mesopotamia = Iraq
black land = south of Iraq

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 6, 2013

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