No War Can Kill Me Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

And no War can Kill me.
I am the marshes and the reed houses of the south
I am the migratory birds dancing in circles
Around the sun that embraces the marshes
That embrace the clay that preserves my name
And story.
And no War can Kill me.

And no War can kill me.
I am the white-clothed mountains of the north
Listening to the choir of the almond trees
And the gurgling waterfalls singing full throat
The eternal song of love the triumphant,
Hearts the defiant and life the celebrant.
And no War can kill me.

And no War can Kill me.
I am the sleeping orange orchards of the east
Awaken by the melting of joy in the bosom
Of the sand grains and water, mixing their secrets
With the roots to shoot flowers with a beauty
That is not terrible.
And no War can Kill me.

And no War can Kill me.
I am the water wheels of Euphrates of the west
Titillated by the soft wind to roll over the water
With which our land performs ablution to cleanse
Its sinews from the malignant footprints of the invaders
And the traitors. And no War can Kill me.

And no War can kill me.
I am the dawn inhaling the breeze of Tigris
As it kingly walks among welcoming farmers,
Leaving behind green-appareled fields brimful with
Love, bounty, hope, desire and ecstasy.
And no War can kill me.

And no War can Kill me.
I am the Assyrian, the Babylonian, the Acadian, and the Sumerian.
I am Gilgamesh who never felt tired in his search for immortality.
I am the Law Code of Hammurabi and the cuneiform
Which guided civilization through dark seas to the golden shores.
I am the history that no one can falsify
Or deny.
And no War can Kill me.

And no War can Kill me.
I am the sun watching over the palm-trees
While they pray to God to ripen their palm dates
So that Mary the Virgin, her son and all the hungry souls
Can eat fresh palm dates as many as the stars
That they were told to count to forget their hunger,
And sleep.
And no War can Kill me.

I am the virgin seed of eternity and its first breath.
So no War can Kill me.