Monday, May 30, 2011

In Baghdad

I’m in Baghdad…
The bombs…they blow up…they tear things down
The chaos…it raises the dust…
I’m walking in it all…the walls collapse around me
I seem not to panic…I don’t even move

I’m in Baghdad …
There’s wailing…tears are pouring
From my eyes…despair in my voice
But no one can see, no one can hear
I’m walking in the turmoil alone

I’m in Baghdad …
Why is it so calm and yet so thunderous
One day its liveable another it’s questionable
Sanity suddenly becomes debatable…
Is there any surety? Does any of this make sense?

I’m in Baghdad …
More than often now, I wonder why
Not sure if it’s a cause I believe in anymore
Why does the “war” continue?
Why do we still press on? Is there any winning to this?

I’m in Baghdad …
Why aren’t I screaming to be recused?
May be I am…but no one can hear
May be I am but no one can understand
May be I took the trip and no one has realised
I’m in Baghdad …that’s the one thing I’m sure of.

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