A War Criminal Is Dead

One score and eight years

after the first bombs dropped

Iraq is still breathing

and a war criminal is dead.

Other’s will die

and mothers will cry

but there is more space now

for doves to fly

and they will rise

from the ashes

and they will redraw

their own destiny

and they will retell

their own history.

A war criminal is dead

and his victims do not rejoice

they seek peace

and they seek to reclaim their voice

they seek to cut the strings

attached to the fingers of monsters

who make them dance

to please the highest bidder.

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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