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At the Baghdad Bazaar
It's all hustle bustle at the Baghdad bazaar;
The scent of cardamom wafts through the air.
Sounds of ney and djose and a western guitar
Compete with the noises of the crowds everywhere.
Ali and Noora hide from their friends
While their parents buy meat and rice and rose water;
Asad watches Fatima with a smile as she spends
Her yearly savings on their two-year-old daughter.
Jürgen drinks coffee with friends from L. A.
Karen is visiting him from Vienna;
A reporter waits patiently for his daughter to say
That they've finally finished applying her henna.
It's a typical day at the Baghdad bazaar
With haggling, chatting, playing, and laughter.
But nobody notices the abandoned car--
Everything's going to change soon hereafter.
A blinding flash with a thunderous boom--
From someone with hateful, murderous aplomb--
Destroys many lives and brings tears and gloom:
All from a heinous terrorist's bomb.
Their world is suddenly turned upside down
And everything around them moves in slow motion.
The music and laughter that once filled downtown
Now have become a vague, distant notion.
Ali remembers hearing a thud;
It is Noora, whom he finds, crushed against a door.
Fatima lies in her own pool of blood;
Her daughter will see her mother no more.
Jürgen lies legless, gasping for air
While Karen screams, cursing the slaughter.
The blinded reporter touches some hair:
He knows it belongs to lifeless young daughter.
Fires and sirens and shrieking and tears--
How will the survivors ever get past this?
Imagine their nightmares, their losses, their fears!
Could there be a hope to help them outlast this?
A blinding flash with a thunderous boom--
From someone with hateful, murderous aplomb--
Destroys many lives and brings tears and gloom:
All from a heinous terrorist's bomb.
A typical day at a Baghdad bazaar?
That's what it's becoming, I'm fearful to say.
When people give in to their vengeance, they are
Feeding their hatred and causing dismay.
Who are these haters, who thrive on killing
Innocent people who've done them no harm?
Where do they recruit poor souls who are willing?
What brainwashing methods do they use as their charm?
How can they justify twisting religion
To satisfy violent and malicious ideals?
Can these misguided ones not care a smidgeon
About what each odious action reveals?
These are the ones who hate and hate well-
Sad, very sad, that they don't understand
That love and compassionate actions would quell
Their anger before it got out of hand.
A blinding flash with a thunderous boom--
From someone with hateful, murderous aplomb--
Destroys many lives and brings tears and gloom:
All from a heinous terrorist's bomb.
(3-24-14)
The scent of cardamom wafts through the air.
Sounds of ney and djose and a western guitar
Compete with the noises of the crowds everywhere.
Ali and Noora hide from their friends
While their parents buy meat and rice and rose water;
Asad watches Fatima with a smile as she spends
Her yearly savings on their two-year-old daughter.
Jürgen drinks coffee with friends from L. A.
Karen is visiting him from Vienna;
A reporter waits patiently for his daughter to say
That they've finally finished applying her henna.
It's a typical day at the Baghdad bazaar
With haggling, chatting, playing, and laughter.
But nobody notices the abandoned car--
Everything's going to change soon hereafter.
A blinding flash with a thunderous boom--
From someone with hateful, murderous aplomb--
Destroys many lives and brings tears and gloom:
All from a heinous terrorist's bomb.
Their world is suddenly turned upside down
And everything around them moves in slow motion.
The music and laughter that once filled downtown
Now have become a vague, distant notion.
Ali remembers hearing a thud;
It is Noora, whom he finds, crushed against a door.
Fatima lies in her own pool of blood;
Her daughter will see her mother no more.
Jürgen lies legless, gasping for air
While Karen screams, cursing the slaughter.
The blinded reporter touches some hair:
He knows it belongs to lifeless young daughter.
Fires and sirens and shrieking and tears--
How will the survivors ever get past this?
Imagine their nightmares, their losses, their fears!
Could there be a hope to help them outlast this?
A blinding flash with a thunderous boom--
From someone with hateful, murderous aplomb--
Destroys many lives and brings tears and gloom:
All from a heinous terrorist's bomb.
A typical day at a Baghdad bazaar?
That's what it's becoming, I'm fearful to say.
When people give in to their vengeance, they are
Feeding their hatred and causing dismay.
Who are these haters, who thrive on killing
Innocent people who've done them no harm?
Where do they recruit poor souls who are willing?
What brainwashing methods do they use as their charm?
How can they justify twisting religion
To satisfy violent and malicious ideals?
Can these misguided ones not care a smidgeon
About what each odious action reveals?
These are the ones who hate and hate well-
Sad, very sad, that they don't understand
That love and compassionate actions would quell
Their anger before it got out of hand.
A blinding flash with a thunderous boom--
From someone with hateful, murderous aplomb--
Destroys many lives and brings tears and gloom:
All from a heinous terrorist's bomb.
(3-24-14)
