IraqiDeviants

I 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 scapegoat, for a war unnamed, Death isn’t death,