Cries of Halabja, still ringing in ears...
Often upset me, and bring me to tears.
As I ponder now, I think it absurd...
To take the lives, of so many a Kurd!
Anger and rage, fill my heart when I read...
About those who suffered, and left to bleed.
So terrible a sight, on this black day!
All anyone could do, was kneel down to pray.

Without a just cause, many souls were taken...
Doesn’t make sense, all should’ve awakened!
Mothers clinching, so frantically to their young...
The many little feet, that no longer sprung.
The fainting whispers, of each child’s last breath...
How could they know, they were nigh unto death?
Fathers returning back, to find homes desolate...
With families now dead, they become desperate.

This was sheer, brutal annihilation...
And strong will, for mass elimination!
Could not we prevent, such an execution?
Or do we condone, this vile persecution?
Why this violence escaped punishment...
While so many Kurds, still weep and lament?
Well, who am I? I was not even there...
Just a small voice, but someone who cares.