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We are the Iraqis

The American soldiers in the helicopter throw leaflets with tattooed arms over our women sleeping on the rooftops

We are the Iraqis

Daily at breakfast our mothers put sectarianism in our plates, we eat it until we reach our mouths 

We are the Iraqis

We make the doors of our houses from iron so we can rust behind them

We are the Iraqis

We shoot when one of us dies so as to kill the other

We are the Iraqis

We battle with the rooster and wipe off our blood

We are the Iraqis

The military dogs scratch their noses in our eyes at the checkpoints

We are the Iraqis

We plant graves in front of our houses

We are the Iraqis

We scurry around the food aid truck like prayer beads cut at a wake

We are the Iraqis

The coffin with its small sides unites our shoulders

We are the Iraqis

The same fingers that we gathered shells with as children
we now use to count the dead

We are the Iraqis

We don’t take the dried heads down from the garden fences

We are the Iraqis

With the same soap we wash our hands to eat
and with the same soap we wash the blood off our hands

We are the Iraqis

We pull out our rotten years every day
and queue up at a mass grave

We are the Iraqis

In the summer under the concrete casts we wait for the buses like washed shoes

We are the Iraqis

We use weapons as a pillow and cover ourselves in the bomb dough

We are the Iraqis

A sleeping worm in the apple of the world!!

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