Poets Against War continues the tradition of socially engaged poetry by creating venues for poetry as a voice against war, tyranny and oppression.

hadi hajizadeh

28 years old

Wounded soldier

I come from Iraq
I come from a territory that burns by sun and fire
I come from Iraq, from among of the guiltless mother's ruined houses
I come from there with a melted weapon by disgust
With a knapsack full of the endless weariness

No one reply children's amazement
No one say what was mother's sin
No one say what was the old man's sin by the side of wall
No one replay my mother's question
No one give me my bicycle
No one say where are my killed friend's children

I come from Iraq by tired feet
And a filled boot of stone
The leads these have changed to flowers on the figure of walls are my presents
The missiles those have caught fire in farms
War's wounded soldier comes from Iraq.

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