Mothers cried
fathers mourned
echoed throughout the streets
piercing the thickest walls and fortresses
calling out for peace
A brother
held his little sister
dripped in blood
soaked in unaccountable wounds
run to nowhere
lost his mind
A sister
pulled his little brothers
from rumble and debris
amids the rain of bullets and canons
felt nothing but emptiness
they cried out for peace
that once had flourished there
where cildren were lullabied
with one thousand and one night stories
where scholars of the world
satisfied their thirst for knowledge
in the many libraries and universities
in the most cultivated civilization
peace for Iraq
peace for the world
end the war
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