by Muhammad Hidhir B Md Razak

Created on: November 02, 2008

Woe should not have rained

On the streets of Haifah and Baghdad

Where children once played

Where families stayed

They had no shelter, no walls of steel

From the approaching storm that could not feel

Nothing that could hold out for long

Against black hatred, a thousand times strong

Only years later did they knew what was wrong

Diplomacy did not fail; was never used all along

A bloodbath had followed, a resistance had formed

Sons of fathers, daughters of mothers, champions of their soil

Freedom fighters for Iraq

Called terrorists by all

And now their bodies turned to dust

Forever mourning the red soaked earth

Their bit of haven wrongly invaded

They paid their price, peace is now jaded

Woe should not have rained

On the streets of Haifah and Baghdad

Where children no longer played

Where families, broken, feels woe to have stayed

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