Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Land of two rivers


I dream to see a place
it doesn't look perfect in a catalogue
like list of places filled with smog
Iraq is perfect in my thoughts
My passport says not valid entry to Iraq
this makes it impossible
as if the sun is glaring against my steps
let me walk there where descendants
of prophets leading loving justly
I dream of Iraq and drew it in my palm
I saw them crushing it on TV
bring me to Iraq yah Allah
so I could smell the scent of hands
that lead the nations to equality
my hands felt clammy
my eyes wet
I long for deserts that teach men
to love eachother in a world of bread
hands reach life , no rich no poor
brothers and sisters in sandy embrace
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