QARI

The courtyard sang
With screams of murdered children
Starving in their homes
Not killed at first attack
But slowly slaughtered
With hunger
Mother and father are poor
Economic sanctions

Iraq is bleeding
And the USA is feeding

Uncle G wears a cross around his neck
A gold chain
And a ring finger
For pressing buttons
Targeted at mothers in black gown’s
And fathers in soil less fields
He defies humanity
And calls for the angels

To come to the battle field
To rescue the innocent with broken shields

He makes work hard for us
But he laughs in his harbor
He is safe behind guns
While there is still no corn
And no shoes
Or books to read
There is only oil to trade
And the black stains of death -

Cant be washed out, because there is no soap