On behalf every mother and father who lost a son or a daughter..
On behalf every girl or a guy who lost a brother, a sister or a friend…
On behalf every wife and husband…
On behalf humanity…
On behalf the late civilians in IRAQ and the WORLD.
To the unfair tyrants..
To the lover of the darkness..
To the enemy of life..
You've made fun of innocent people wounds; and your palm covered with their blood
You started deforming the charm of existence and growing seeds of sadness in their land
Wait, don't let the spring, the clearness of the sky and the shine of the morning light to fool you
Because the darkness, the thunder rumble and the blowing of the wind are coming toward you from the horizon
Beware becasue there is a fire underneath the ashWho grow thorns will reaps wounds
You've took off heads of people and the flowers of hope; and watered the sand with blood until it's got drunk!
The blood's river will take you off and you will be burned by the fiery storm!
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