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Jihadi  Orange sand Raw sewage Diesel fumes and burning flesh Screams and the black blood boiling This is Sadr City It might still be mourning Time for prayer Imams calling Even now We hope for the night In darkness, we lose our reasons not to hide Between the sirens and the screaming We still dream Our dreams Involve silence Not the detonations Ripping closer and closer We dream of thick re-enforced cement Faltering drones IEDs that fail Strong hands on friendly weapons And somewhere a door that opens on home Warm food, open arms and home.
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Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
Jihadi
Jihadi  Orange sand Raw sewage Diesel fumes and burning flesh Screams and the black blood boiling This is Sadr City It might still be mourning Time for prayer Imams calling Even now We hope for the night In darkness, we lose our reasons not to hide Between the sirens and the screaming We still dream Our dreams Involve silence Not the detonations Ripping closer and closer We dream of thick re-enforced cement Faltering drones IEDs that fail Strong hands on friendly weapons And somewhere a door that opens on home Warm food, open arms and home.
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Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
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