Streets

 

 

A child who died and left a wish

A foreign hand on a maiden’s flesh

A sign that weeps

Fear that slays

A man, the gun to which he prays

 

Love and hope
die hand in hand

On a sidewalk they lie

You pass them by …

No one would see, no one could cry

 

 

Walk me through your city streets

Show me what they hide beneath

 

Christmas trees in grand hotels

Homeless kids in alleyways

Darker, colder winter nights

Prostitutes not even twelve:

Sex for blankets

Sex for oil

 

Lies for oil and lives for oil

 

Wish Baghdad “Happy New Year”

 

(Baghdad) December 27, 2003