Iraqi Spring
Close your eyes, what do you see?
I see a child swinging on the branch of an olive tree,
Close your eyes, now what do you hear?
I hear her singing, full of life and joy with no fear,
Now open your eyes, how does she look?
She has bright coloured clothes and thick black hair
And beautiful piercing eyes.
Her fingers brown from the walnuts she picked
She swings and reaches for the mountain peaks
Where eagles fly and shepard’s watch their sheep.
A shadow appears high over her tree
There is a flash and a bang
The swing hangs in tattered shreds
Her deep red blood seeps into the dusty plain
To feed the roots of the tree of pain
She no longer sings nor does she swing
Again, darkness has come with the Iraqi Spring
The flowers wither and die
And the madness begins.
Copyright Hevallo 2003
Published on the internet, with permission
