HOW MANY IRAQS?
HOW MANYÂ IRAQS?
It took me two years to build my home
Of five rooms, with no tower and no dome.
With all my resources and labour spent,
In due course, my back had got a little bent.
How difficult it seems, I simply thought
To erect a structure on a barren plot !
Construction isn’t so easy, as they say
“Rome wasn’t built in a single day”.
But  destruction takes not more than a minute
And the earth gets ugly, wounded, bit by bit.
 This red substance Is pure human blood
Which flows tide after tide, like a Tsunami flood.
These millions who die, aren’t any rulers
Then why they are targetted by merciless killers?
And to bring down so called despotic rules,
Is it fair to destruct hospitals, homes and schools?
With thousands stuffed dead in each building,
The songs of victory, how can any one sing?
Such war is a fight, which looks so wild,
Between a professional wrestler and a feeble child.
It is the debris of humanity, Uncle, and its values
On which you stand, proudly buckling your shoes.
Just be brave and focus at your home,
It needs  you more than to roam
In places, thousands of miles away.
 Let you, and let me, let us to god pray
Same beautiful, lets make our planet earth
As it was at the time of its birth..
KHAN HASNAIN AAQIB
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Khan,
This poem is one for all to truly read and take heed too, the truths you have inbeded into the entire poem, is one that will be quarantined in our minds for ever....The truth is not only in the pudding but etched indelibly in this poem as well..A poem of occurrences not only spoken of but historically studied and understood as seen in evidence through out our news broadcast. A behind the scene introduction of the injustice that we see not on television, given to us through the essence of this poem. A poem of tragic events, need not only be heard by all ears but one, which tells a story of blood shed, lives tragically taken and lost by the innocent and with no grounds gained, by the guilty. A ambassador of peace are you sir and a true man of your home land, in the quest for independence and rights of equality for all of mankind..A voice, (have you given), for all those that have had theirs taken and ultimately rendered silent and of their lives..A man with the presence of mind, to speak (loudly) of the  atrocities of innocent people,(men, women and sad to say children)...I will always  maintain an open ear, for your, (need to know by all, if we are to make a difference), advice...I have no favorite parts in this poem, i enjoyed the entire reads of it...Great Job..Mr. Ambassador...A powerful read in deed....
With the utmost respect,
Jim