May 18, 2007
Saddam
How can I grieve any more? My tears are all shed.
My children are Dead! Slain like kittens in a hemp sack.
They say they cried, Mother, with their dying breath.
Leaving me this Lost Sunken Hull.
Nobody left:
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All alone, desolate, bereft.
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Will I cry for you, Mother, at my time? Will I remember to plead for you
As I fall, fall beyond the trap
To the snapping coil of Death’s thread?
Destiny truncated. My vessel devoured!
My remains to be consumed by the:
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Stained sands of my Mesopotamia.
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Infidel, take it. Take my spirit and my body,
You scorched damned!
Ride it to the gates of my dead children
Where this pain can be laid to rest, and
In exchange, all I ask is:
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Give me my babies back.
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Jew, you’ve taken my heart and
Branded it with History’s pain; the agonies of this soil.
Not content with your belly full, you want more.
Alas, all is given, and my children. I have no more to offer
But my pride. I beg of you:
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At least leave me my pride.
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Yes, I took to the breach; as did my brave boys.
Mother, forgive me. I shan’t call for you. Death won’t hear your name.
When I sleep, and in the dream that will surely follow -
Over the Euphrates West is where you’ll wait;
With my Sons, your Grandsons, in arms.
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Together we’ll love and be loved by our own.
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From our peace we will look back together
At this place: At the foreigners that bastardise our ancient history;
At the two scarlet rivers that’ve for too long
Drawn the strength from our beating hearts.
Mother, my Mother:
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We’ll drink the blood of the vile horde.