Many times I get entangled inside contradicting opinions about the very life left here , in Iraq, to live...was war the only solution available in the reach of politicians that couldn't be avoided by any means?
going through websites and reading veteran's opinions and poetry about Iraq I honestly feel that the American soldiers didn't have the time of their lives neither; being dumped here with stupid arms and vehicles, and worse; with a plan of NO PLAN!
both sides are human beings ;they simply can't keep distant to their inner conscious, words start flowing from tears and emotions upon paper, on sand, in the air...and by voices; mostly remain unheard.
people unlike decision makers need truth and they DO care... they need other people's opinions,so we need to hear from both sides, what both endured at that terrible era...how they both managed?, how they got along with consequences...It is poetry and other forms of writing (of no personal interest or aim) that can uncover the inner war... reaching peace in mind and soul . (Amal I brahim)
Voices from Iraq: Iraqi Poets
By Mahmud Al-Braikan (translated by Haider Al-Kabi)
You have invited me to explore
another continent with you,
but you wouldn’t share the map.
I would rather sail
In my simple boat
And if we chance to meet,
That will be a meeting to remember.
You have offered me a house,
Decorated and comfortable,
In exchange for a song
That sticks to the instructions.
I would rather stay
On my horse’s back
From wind to wind.
You have brought me another face,
Fresh and flawless, ideal in size.
Thank you, but
I don’t feel like having a glass eye
Or a plastic mouth.
I don’t want to wipe out differences.
I don’t care for perfect symmetry.
Thank you, but
My distance is something I’d prefer to save.
Is the slave master not, at heart, a slave?
By Adil Abdullah (translated by Soheil Najm)
Like a flock of eagles on their wounded prey
The furies have descended on Iraq
In spite of all their hatred for each other.
Each night they return to their lairs
Under the wing of darkness,
Oblivious to the blood
That smears their mouths.
But shame will seize their souls
When they discover, in the morning light
The prey they feasted on last night
Was the flesh of their own children.