The blue
The orange
And the singing
Rat
Tuning with
The shadow of
A dancing woman
Vibrating
Fat
Then
Chat
Chat
Chat
In ‘apartment’
Where no one knew
The meaning of time
Nor ‘can’ they hear the
Sound of bombing
Nor ‘they’ care
About
The devastating
Blast
Strangely enough
Loving songs
Always ‘come’
From
‘Baghdad’!
No time for your last
Prayer
The dust
The toxic fume
The rusted iron
Bar
The melting black
Tar
All
Under the skeleton of
A bombing
Suicide
Car
Accept nothing
But
To bleed slowly
As you are watching
Helplessly
The blue
The orange
In the
Iraqi
Sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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