Flying Carpet Bombs

A moon lit ribbon
blinded eye
we know what you need
please come inside

the sun is gigantic
and wind so sharp
the dust has cut us
our skin is like bark

we wrap ourselves tightly
a smile is concealed
our burden so heavy
and torture so real

We do this for Allah
we act out of love
my children will follow
when I'm called above

this land is in turmoil
my children, half starved
we eat goat surloin
on the table it's carved

my son has no school
a bomb-flattened-dream
but were not as bad
as the infidels think

They come over the waves
in boats, tanks, and planes
sent so much money,
and brought so much pain

We'll fly this dream
like a carpet far away
and they'll never come back
no, never, NAY!!


(I wrote this on a whim and it is in no way against American Occupation of Irad or Afganistan.  I have so many friends in Seria, Iraq, Afgahnastan and I would not put them down in any way.  This is just my imagining the thoughts of a poor old man in the sand.>

God Bless all those in war, and all those around conflict.  God Bless the mothers who bury their dead sons -- Amerian and Iraqi alike.)