Wednesday, September 14, 2005

And as always, the news is tragic in Iraq...Again, it happened in 3urooba Square..and hasn't that always been the case, ya 3arab?
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when i was torn by war
i took a brush
immersed in death
and drew a window
on war’s wall
i opened it
searching for
something
But
i saw another war
and a mother
weaving a shroud
for the dead man
still in her womb
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By The Iraqi Poet Sinan Antoon
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And it gets worse and worse...

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

that is one of the most beautiful poems i've ever read that brings out harsh reality.
anu from india.

kwtia said...

Hi Anu, welcome to this blog.. I think Sinan really said it all here..I'm glad you appreciated it.