An Iraqi baby
Assalaamu
Alaikum,
This
Poem tells the sad story of the children of Iraq.
Read it, and ask the question: does America respect human life regardless of
race, culture, religion or origin?
-Lesley
Stahl: "We have heard that half a million children have died [as a
result of sanctions against Iraq]. I mean, that is more children than
died in Hiroshima.... Is the price worth it? "
-Madeleine
Albright: "...we think the price is worth it."
60 Minutes, May 12, 1996
Think
about it and take action. Save the Children!
TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD
This
is the story that must be told
of
an Iraqi baby, not very old.
Lying
in her crib one star lit night
How
could she know of those planes in flight?
She
lay there quietly touching her nose,
Watching
her mobile, wiggling her toes,
Oohing
and cooing, so sweetly is she,
Talking
to someone, who could it be?
An
angel is standing with her in the room.
The
baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.
The
crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
And
suddenly comes a most deafening sound.
The
ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On
top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...
No
one knows how long she lie there
Who
thought about it? doesn't anyone care?
Is
she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now
that you mention it, who knows her name?
Her
name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
Crushed
between the rubble, her tiny fingers start to
Where
is my mommy? I love her so dear
Come,
get me mommy! It's dark in here!
I'm
scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
There's
blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!
Where
is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
It
hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!
How
long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I
open my mouth, but can't even scream.
That
angel appears once again to my side,
This
time with a tear I plead Why have I died?
Am
I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many
In
our grief and our misery, we are sisters and
brothers.
Who
are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die?
They're
throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!
Is
it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't
they also have babies, just like me?
It
is war they say, of which death is part.
How
blind they've become, How hardened of heart.
Did
someone say hero? To whom do they speak?
A
victory claimed for killing the weak?!
Why
are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't
they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!
No
war has been won; No if's, but's, or maybes,
They've
Only Killed Babies!!!!
Signed
Me,
An
Iraqi Baby
