Saadi Yousef Is it Iraq? Blessed is the one who said I know the road, which leads to it; Blessed is the one whose lips uttered The four letters: “ Iraq, Iraq, nothing but Iraq."
Distant missiles will applaud; Soldiers armed to the teeth will storm us; Minarets and houses will crumble; Palm trees will collapse under the bombing; The shores will be crowded With floating corpses. We will seldom see Al-Tahrir Square In books of elegies and photographs; Restaurants and hotels will be our roadmaps And our home in the paradise of shelter: MacDonald’s KFC Holiday Inn; And we will be drowned Like your name , O Iraq, *“ Iraq, Iraq, nothing but Iraq " London, March 15, 2003 ــــــــــــــــــــــــــ * The line is from the well-known poem, Unshudat Al-Matar (Rainsong), by the pioneering Iraqi poet Badr Shakir Al-Sayyab (1926-1964)
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