A torture to an Iraqi schoolboy
Unsure of his way to his dwelling,
Fatigued, out of breath, shattered,
The desert wind blowing so unkind
Down the narrow roads as a voice
For help a mournful call
Reminding us how lonely he is,
Father missing, Mother *****
And the Iraqi girl friend dead,
Troupes watch in silence from roof
Date palms line up the shore in grief
Leaning towards the dead sky,
Silently with prayers
While the dawn wind blows.
While the dusk light fades.
while the dark night falls.
-Williamsji Maveli (Williams George)
www.williamsgeorge.com
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 9:52 AM UTC
A torture to an Iraqi schoolboy
Unsure of his way to his dwelling,
Fatigued, out of breath, shattered,
The desert wind blowing so unkind
Down the narrow roads as a voice
For help a mournful call
Reminding us how lonely he is,
Father missing, Mother *****
And the Iraqi girl friend dead,
Troupes watch in silence from roof
Date palms line up the shore in grief
Leaning towards the dead sky,
Silently with prayers
While the dawn wind blows.
While the dusk light fades.
while the dark night falls.
-Williamsji Maveli (Williams George)
www.williamsgeorge.com
Email: [email protected]
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