Baghdad desecrated

When Baghdad’s virginity was desecrated and the invaders played havoc in the most treasured people’s memories, my pen shed tears…

A drop of curtsey to the cradle of civilisation

 

Cradle of Civilisation Lost

 

If we abandon ourselves to the torment of infamy,

Depredation, vandalism and perjury,

Emblems of death with relics of mortality

Will flirt every home…what a hapless tragedy!

 

 

If no one resists the torrent and adds a dash of humanity,

Never will mother land be a haven of safety.

A nest it will be for those begotten in cruelty,

Conceived in shame and atrocity.

 

Written the day Baghdad was besieged

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