Invasion

Soon they will come. First we will hear

the sound of their boots approaching at dawn

then they will appear through the mist.

In their death-brining uniforms

they will march towards our homes

their guns and tanks pointing forward.

They will be confronted by young men

with rusty guns and boiling blood.

These are our young men

who took their short-lived freedom for granted.

We will lose this war, and blood

will cover our road, mix with our

drinking water, it will creep into our dreams.

Keep your head down and stay in the doors –

we have lost this war before it has begun.

 

Choman Hardi is a Kurdish poetess from Iraqi Kurdistan. This poem is taken from her book “Life for us”

 

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