Thursday, December 15, 2005


As he flew over Baghdad
There were scars upon the land
There were scars upon the people
It was hard to understand

And the deepest scars of all
Which to humans are unseen
But the spirit could see clearly
Were the scars upon the dreams

And in gardens where the children played
Now soldiers only trod
And stranger still, he heard some say
That they were killing for their god

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