Okay, I shared with you guys that devastating post from The Kid yesterday. Now there is an Iraqi poem making the rounds in Arabic. The Kid translated it. OUR TROOPS NEED TO BE WITHDRAWN. If Iraqis are saying "Fuck Iraq", then it's over. None of our soldiers should be the last man to die for a mistake.
This poem breaks the heart really, as it is the ultimate self loathing of one's own country I have ever read. It tells us just how bad things are there:
http://ejectiraqikkk.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-iraq-with-love.htmlFuck Iraq, the country in which we were raised
No comfort have we seen, never we were at peace
never like normal people, never we were at ease
A whirlwind of misery, bitterness and disease
So Fuck Iraq, The country of which you are so pleased
Fuck Iraq, and fuck every part of this crap
Like a large wooden boat which has long lost its map
Like a blind man with chopped legs and arms snapped
It cannot stand up, forever falling on its face
so Fuck Iraq, the country in which we were born and raised
Fuck Iraq, fuck its people and its land
I don't want anymore of its plegdes and commands
A people that are and ruled by thieves, bandits and gangs
Nobody lifts his finger, but yet everyone demands
So fuck the country of the two rivers and sand
Fuck Iraq, fuck its north and its south
Not an image has remained and not even a shambling poster
Every inch of its cloth is ragged and wretched
Like a beggar awaiting rain with a dirty, open mouth
Fuck Iraq, the country which never did I doubt
Fuck Iraq and fuck these goddamn Kurds
Sunnis and Shiites fight while Baghdad is burned
Donkeys who bray about history and its mirth
Like an Ostrich which buried its head in the earth
Oh FUCK the country in which we've been given birth
Fuck this country, which America gnarled and ate
And now everybody wants a share of the cake
Raise your glasses, the loot is at stake
And when the strong falls, the prey becomes the snake
Fuck this country in which we were born and raised
Fuck Iraqis, who failed the Imam alive
but after he's long passed, they mourn for their own crime
His son bought their words, they fled in time of might
Only the iron fits us, so let Saddam feed us shite
So please fuck this country may it get out of my sight
Now before anyone opines that this is just one Iraqi and he doesn't speak for everyone; well, I have found in the past, that these Iraqi bloggers have been ahead of the curve. The dismantling of the country will commence soon.