Life is so troubled here,
Beauty lies with a heavy heart
and the pain of the people stands forgotten
in the waves of laughter that pave the streets,
here in our city,
Sleepless Baghdad;
she who always forgives,
but never forgets.
Streets filled with lights and spectacles
blinded by the gates of babil,
we forget who we are.
starry nights illuminated by desperate cries
freedom oh freedom,
herein,
lies
Smoke fills the skies
cigarettes ablaze
and the gossip flies
oh everyone here
with their ten heads
and cotton ties
words left unspoken
and stories left unread
when will you see yourself
through the eyes of
those you’ve bled?
Shooting stars and strings of fate
tied and drowned by the gods of late
a wish is but a dream
and a dream is but sand
lost in the heat
and stories of our land
Will you find the answers to which you seek?
Or is it better to listen, than to speak?
words are but songs;
left without tune.
and the truth is a lie;
fed to you by spoon.