Elections & wrathful River

They will go election

To choose bad and mad,

They go election

For whom would they vote?

Deception

Monkeys never had exception

My coat further than bore had

Is it truly interruption?

Yes, it is a hard mission.

To choose who has a savage intention

But let it always intervention

To stop this mockable superstition

To whom is the mission?

Let's ten years burned under the sun

Let's a singed loaf of bread we eat

Just to live in dignity

To wear nothing

But to live proud

Our orchard has shattered walls

Our camel died

Iraq after occupation died forever

By their azure fingerprint

They would spot the freedom

O, my Tigris River

For what do you wait?

Are you sill humorous?

No, you may stop your waves…

You may cry and shout

Enough to be always sage

You may weed out the blight

You may flood again

To take away the heap of mud

To clear out the desert

O, the wrathful River

Root up the red-handed

Root up every prison they built

Root up their deceptive skies

Sweep away their houses and their livestock

To be clear out from Satan

Release the shackled hands   

Return each absent back to his mother.

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For a long time you haven’t flood

Flood it, don't be afraid

Flood it and release my poems

Flood it to purify the conscience  

Flood it, don't be lazy or laggard

And I shall sacrifice you by my life

Ask them…

Do they have a real decision?

Lining up they go election!

Ask them not to dance on thy waterside

O, my dreamy River

O, my sad River

O, the eternal River

You many not die

You inspire my freedom

You are a half of my life

You should never depart

Your tune should never die

And I shall wait you forever.   

A blind eagle

The blind eagle

Poem to children

Written by

Mohammad Mahmud Ahmad

Iraq – Mosul 

On day, we have a trip nearside the thicket   

Seeing a large eagle roaming over the forest  

Flies happily and stretched out its wings

After awhile we find a large nest

We were astonishing that one of the nestlings was blind

We tried to help him and carrying him to another side

Her mother attacked us suddenly and awfully

I feared the consequent since I was child

We hide ourselves between the thickets until her mother feeds him

Hardly can we see because of the place is dark and dim

One of us tied the blind nestling legs and we left back

We guess it has strong body although it is slim

The small eagle recovers and becomes happy 

We find that our journey was useful and lucky

The small eagle becomes our friend until to the fly is capable

Gratefully to us our good deed and flies proudly and lofty.

We must thank Allah who made this nature in our souls

The humanitarianism is one the essential Islamic rules       

We are Muslims and we follow our Prophet the most humanitarian 

And we can do every charitable deed as our religion calls     

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