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Little girl with ribbons in her hairSitting in the back yard, empty stair
“Look at our pretty garden,” she wails
“Full of bullets and bullet trails!”
She stands up and starts to collect
In her apron, all the bullets she can get
Little girl walking in the streets
Full of soldiers and artillery machines
“Will you trade a bullet for a flower?
I have no use for these empty shells.
They will not grow near the water well,
Will you trade a bullet for a flower?”
Little girl with flowers in her apron
Walking home, her smile hoping,
“I got our flowers back mama,
now we can have a garden again.”
She starts to plant her lovely flowers
She starts to wipe the bloodstained stones.
Until the flowers start to sing,
Until the blood is all but gone.
During the night as they fitfully sleep,
The bullets start to whiz and creep.
Destroying the flowers under the trees
Striking stone, it starts to bleed.
Broken hearted, crest fallen
Our little girl to her mama’s calling
“oh mother it’s happened again!
Will there ever be flowers again?”
She stands up and starts to collect
In her apron, all the bullets she can get.
This one is for Najma, may she find Peace.
http://astarfrommosul.blogspot.com/2004/11/crying-with-no-tears.html
posted by Peach @ 1:38 PM
11 Comments:
It's very sweet of you to dedicate this to the poor child, Najma. This poem is really depressing especially because there's a note of truth that rings loud and clear in it. Allah yikoon ib 3onha... Allah yikoon ib 3oon ill jamee3. Eid Mubarek, darling Peach.
Truth is a coin, this side is pain.
ayamich sa3eeda sweety :) & thanks for your lovely feelings.
hey peach where were you?
Najma has a really sad story, may peace come to them up there one day..
Eid mubarak and let's hear more from you.
crusing other blogs mostly, am just a 2post a week blogger. anyways thanks, and ayamik sa3eeda :)
but it does have a happy ending dear, your missing the point. She stands up and starts to colloct the bullets so she can trade them for more flowers. and so will Najma, She will also, god willing, stand up and start to collect the pieces of her shattered present and convert them to a happy future.
god bless,
and thanks for the comment :)
It is also not clear when the bitter circle of war will end up with a permanent state of peace. That is, I believe only for god to know & for us to pray for. & that is why there are still bullets in the end, it’s not over yet. But she does stand up and start to collect, because she does not give up hope. The Iraqi people will stand up and start to collect, because they will not give up hope. The happy ending your not seeing is Hope. As long as there is hope, there will come a day when she will no longer need to trade bullet shells for flowers. A day with a happy ending. Sooner or later, it’s just a matter of time.
OK, Nice but am confused on why the little girls wants flowers? I mean, wouldn't it be better to get food?
hmm you know Purg for once ur making sence. hmm *scratches head*
Because flowers represent life! ... I think.
Life, peace, beautifull things, Anything good basically.
Shady!for the first time i'm not sure weather ur just teasing or ur for real. I'll just take it as both :)
aw marumba, your good food for my ego don'tcha know :)
seriously speaking though. I saw Najma's post before I went to bed one night, feeling really bad about her and what she's going through. The next morning I woke up with this poem in mind, I wanted to share it with her but I was afraid it would depress her so I just put it here instead. that's it.
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