darrenhardman

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Baghdad

On the road all day and through the night.
Dawn breaks and a city is bathed in light.
Bittersweet is the sight my eyes behold.
For they look upon a city that was beautiful in the days of old.
Now this city is scarred and war torn.
As I look I have to wonder….”What evil has been born?”
All the wasted beauty is a terrible shame.
Signs of new life begin to emerge, but I fear it will never be the
same.
What my eyes see makes my heart sad.
For it is now dead, the once beautiful city called Baghdad.

August 20, 2011 - Posted by | Feelings from war and beyond | , , , , , , , , , , , ,

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  1. Very apropos. Your gift is shining, my friend.

    Carol's avatar Comment by Carol | September 2, 2011 | Reply


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