Thursday, September 30, 2004

In the remembrance

In the remembrance of hundreds of thousands of Iraqi Children who perished in this stupid war (Since 1990) to bombs, missiles, hunger, terrorists, and diseases, I post this poem:


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 on a star-lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?

She lies there quietly touching her nose
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes
Oohing and Cooing, so sweetly is she
Talking 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
Then suddenly comes the most deafening sound
The ceiling drops in, in a second or two...
On her crib so she ceases to coo...

No one knows how long she lies there
Who thought about it? Doesn't anyone care?
Is she alive? Is she dead? Is she in 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 Mommy? I love her so dear.
Come get me Mommy. It's dark in here
I'm scared and 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 breathe, Where is my mother?
How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?

I open my mouth, but I can't even scream!
They appear again by my side
This time with a tear I plead... Why have I died?
Am I alone in my suffering? No, there are many others

In our grief and misery, we are all 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?
It is war they say, of which death is a part.

How blind they've become, how hardened of heart.
Did someone say hero? To whom they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?
Why are they happy? Why are they proud?

Dont they know I'm cold in my burial shroud?
No war has been won; no ifs, buts, or maybes:
they've only killed babies........

Signed Me, An Iraqi Baby


Monday, September 27, 2004

If America were Iraq, What would it be Like?

Check it out, to understand what we going through

Monday, September 20, 2004

Who is in control ?

Read this article to find out

Saturday, September 18, 2004

The Iraqi future need Simon Wells

Iraqis are dying like flies in scores every day, the good, the bad with bystanders too, the cycle of violence is sending the country into a dark future, but there is no light in the end of the tunnel.
Take all the options and you will see that none is good or meet must of the tired Iraqi people dreams, which are not very hard, security and staying alive. But these days thats too much to ask for.

Democracy !! are you kidding me !! thats beyond any Iraqi dreams as of today.

so is there an exit way for this quagmire?

well there is but it need a time machine....

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