Middle East Poem by Phil Smith

Middle East



He walks the streets of Baghdad
Last night twenty people died
A hail of gunfire
Ending innocent lives

Sirens wailing
Lights from distant fires
Sadness hangs over the city
Like a veil on a widow's head

Families are torn apart
Brothers and sisters killed
Murdered by a senseless war
Iraqis killing Iraqis

Neighbourhoods in ruins
Bombs doing their damage
Nowhere to feel safe
Their haven now rubble and rocks

A boy in Israel
Walks the streets of Tel Aviv
Last night twenty people died
Victims of a walking bomb

Sirens wailing
Lights from distant fires
Sadness hangs over the city
Like a veil on a widow's head

The Middle east is smoldering
Muslims killing Jews
Jews killing Muslims
Shiites killing Sunnis

A powder keg
The wick is burning
Each day it inches closer
To ignite human devastation

What will it take
For peace in the region
Get rid of the Jews
But Muslims are killing Muslims

These people hold the World
To ransom with their oil
Without it they'd be third World
Riding around on camels

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Phil Smith

Phil Smith

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