The house is wrecked, the kids are dead
My wife was murdered – neighbours said
I stand alone, without a hope
Without a home, without a friend
The rest have gone, the fighters fled
The fields are empty, but for Lead
A poison cloud of mustard gas
An orange film of powdered death
Aromas void of nature’s best
An outrage wells up in my chest
I cry, I grieve, I wish to die I plead,
I pray – it’s all a lie
Perhaps a dream, it’s not my house
The number proves it is, alas
I close my eyes and shut my mind
Imagine that I have gone blind
I see not more, only the past
The blissful moment does not last
The whining noise of death on wings
A giant explosion rings
The bastards returned to ensure
No one survives their murderous tour
My Lovely Homeland is For Sale
Its mortgage paid with blood and shale
The gardens extends across frontiers
Our “Neighbours” peed in them for years
Today they brought us more bad news-
We are to suffer like the Jews more abuse.
Two Thousand years and may be more
A nation, no one will adore
Our Homeland has never been ours
As tenants we have no powers
The Law was made by foreign
Tsars Arabs, Britons, and even Tartars
Our Leaders tell us ask no more
Your rights are dreams and we should know
The Yanks have always told us so
We know exactly what to do
Our Independence is taboo
For Sale it is, then, Kurdistan!
I hope our children understand
We have to move to somewhere else
And exorcise this dreadful Curse
While all the nations of the world
Achieve their freedom
We are told: “You don’t possess the right to be”
“An Independent Entity” But, worst of all
For this we fall and stuff the minds of our folk
With words our enemies spoke.
And anyone who should persist
Is placed on their blackest list.
A danger he becomes at once
Against their personal advance.
“For Sale” for a Nominal sum
We’ll even take an empty slum.
In any corner of your earth
We plead with those who stole our wealth
In any portion of your globe.
We will reside and do our job
Beneath a tent or plastic sheet.
We’ll huddle and curl up our feet
If only we are to survive,
The holocaust and stay alive
We’ll follow orders just like sheep,
A Promise we shall always keep
“For Sale”, a sign for all to see.
By reason of economy
The bankrupt tenants have to leave.
A quick sale they have to achieve
The world believes we don’t exist.
A problem that seems to persist
They have convinced us that we should.
Forget the future if we could
We must accept the status-quo.
There is no hope and we should know
The Kurds are Arabs with no brain.
Or, Mountain Turks fighting in vain
Proclaiming that they are apart.
But know they are not deep in their heart
A type of Persian, if you please.
Inferior and so ill at ease.
The slightest problem and they crack.
They even blamed it on Zohak
Some Kurds Belong to S. Hussein.
Although reputedly insane
They must remain in his domain,
And pledge allegiance to his reign
Our leaders think we are to blame.
We should repent, adopt his aim
He IS the Leader of Iraq,
And is immuned from all attack
We won’t repeat the episode.
We will approve of this “accord”
Democracy is all we seek.
What Bloody Cheek?!
In Shame and guilt we all submit
The Fault is ours we admit.
An aberration which will pass
We do apologise en masse!!