  I am Iraq by henudaI am Iraq Complicated, not simple The past, the present, the locked potential I’m the able teacher with no credentials I’m the one on stage, who cant forget lines, fall or stumble I’m the victim who can’t scream but mumbles Silently I wait, better days are coming hence the promise keeps alive But the bullets keep flying and the hope crumbles and dies I’m the lost art, the ancient history, your textbooks never said anything about me. I’m the one tarnished, hijacked and maimed. I’m the ones whose rivers flow blood, tears and shame. I’m the I am Iraq by henuda
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The Gift by iraqiguyBetter to reign in hell than serve in heaven, that’s what I say.
Baghdad’s my home, I was born here, I lived here all my life, my first crime was here, my first jailing, first murder, first gang, and I will probably die here. Until then, I will rule this city; Tyrants and invaders come and go, but what never leaves Iraq is us, the criminals, the gangs, and the gang leaders: me…
Even from this Café, drinking my tea and watching the passers by in the centre of Baghdad City, I know I have control over all of west Baghdad.
I worked hard to get to where I am today, had to sacrifice friend The Gift by iraqiguy
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