Ode To Badhdad

Rubble lies in waste of war torn Iraq,

shattered faces filled the streets of Baghdad,

Children now play in the piles of rubble,

the sounds of war, broken their ‘peace bubble’.

Scurrying through bricks and mortar melted in tar,

for treasures that may take them both near and far,

Like the big red wagon with its busted wheels,

to a land of freedom their spirit yields.

At alas this is their homeland which for many holds pride,

hidden in the rubble for their mothers they cry,

This is the homeland which now holds their papas,

as the play in the rubble now lit by the stars.

Perhaps the wheels of the wagon can be amends,

and the works of their family toils to market they can send.

Debbie Chilton © Copyright 2013