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 one
star lit night
how could she know of
those planes in flight?
She lay there quietly
touching her nose,
watching her mobile,
wiggling her toes,
Oohing and cooing, so
sweetly is she,
Talking to 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.
And suddenly comes a
most deafening sound.
The ceiling drops in,
in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so
she ceases to coo ...
No one knows how long
she lies there
who thought about it?
Doesnt anyone care?
Is she alive? Is she
dead? Is she in any 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 I'm 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
can't even scream.
That angel appears once
again to my side,
this time with a tear
I plead why have I died?
Am I alone in my sufferings?
No, there are many others
In our grief and our
misery, we are 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?
Don't they also have
babies, just like me?
It is war they say, of
which death is part
How blind they've become,
how hardened of heart
Did someone say hero?
To whom do they speak?
A victory claimed for
killing the weak?
Why are they happy? Why
are they proud?
Don't they know that
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
This
was sent to us by a non muslim
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