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Eastern Trauma
IP:
A breach of peace was unleashed on the nations
A ‘reign of terror’ coined, the head of investigations
Like a game of ‘patients’, until the ‘Aces’ are found
Til The top ‘cards’ are up, and the strife’s turned around
And Saddam’s impound, shells n mortars deceased, not a sound
Laid to ground like the innocent victims who succumb
Lost or found, it’s profound how the old and young feel the gun
With families torn and scored, persecuted, forced to run
Jus reminiscing about Baghdad missing it, before this begun
When ‘murder’ was ‘redrum’, and the ancient cites prospered
And buildings had posture, standing upright and undamaged
Un-ravaged, washing hanging and laughing in the streets
The hustle n bustle, eastern beats, the only law was the police
With Relative peace, and then a relative’s brain hit their face
Thier heart skips a pace, a quick release back to the race
Back to the destitution, to the so called ‘freeing’ revolution
To the looting, and the militant shootings that continue
Uprooting, disputing the coalition forces and the unlucky few
That were born and grew, whose creation is ended, taken undue
Its true. They’re the innocent ones, the ones forced to live through
Without the basic medicines, or food n water, yet they take it
But will they make it, who knows, it might just have faded
Waiting to arise, time will tell til then the death toll raises
Cos know one knows for certain what the Middle East faces!………
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