to the people of the world!

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to the people of the world!

This is the story that must be told
Of an Iraqi baby, not very old
Lying in her crib one star-lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?
She lay there quietly touching her nose
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes
Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she
Talking to someone, who could it be?
An angel is standing with her in the room
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom
The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round
And suddenly comes a most deafening sound
The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...
No one knows how long she lay there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?
Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?
Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope
Crushed between the rubble
Her tiny fingers start to grope
"Where is my mummy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mummy! It's dark in here!
I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!
Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!
How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream
That angel appears once again to my side,
This time with a tear I plead, 'Why have I died?'
Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others
In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers
Who are we? I ask you... for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!
Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't they also have babies, just like me?
'It is war', they say, of which death is part
How blind they've become, how hardened of heart
Did someone say 'hero'? To whom do they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?!
Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!
No war has been won; no ifs, buts, or maybes,
They've only killed us innocent, helpless babies."

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fathi1943 commented on to the people of the world!

07-28-2009

Very true, sincere, imaginative and moving. I wish this poem is recited in the United Nations and the Security Council for those hard hearts that are spreading terror of the state and justifying it by laws and resolutions. May be war criminals who engineered world misery from the "Black House" before and after Sept.11 can be brought to tribunal of War Crimes. I lack the words of giving your poetic art in this poem enough praise.

cmlestrade commented on to the people of the world!

07-23-2009

So sad and true. This broke my heart, the imagery was crystal clear. I always think when will we stop when there is no one or nothing left to fight? Keep speaking for the innocent, maybe we will all learn something.

peacefulbird7 commented on to the people of the world!

07-15-2009

very real and deep to the conscious mind. peacefulbird7

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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