Friendship Poem

Gen Iraq + Peace = Shia + Sunni


God is Great

Hear, oh brothers and sisters, hear!

Has the time not come
To turn swords into ploughshares;
To plant friendship and not bombs;
To harvest peace and not corpses;
To let streams and rivers
Flow with sweet water and not blood?

How pleasant when brothers
Will again weep tears of joy and happiness
On the shoulders of their brothers
And their faces not run with the acid of hate.

May the cradle of civilisation
Not become the grave-yard of a nation.

Restore Iraq to its treasured heritage
And natural dignity.

Let peace come upon the land
As morning dew
Or as the rays of the morning sun.

Inshallah!

God is Great

Mill Field