-Reflection on the Iraq War
I don't want to go.
I haven't walked enough paths in my hometown.
Mother is still leaning on the porch waiting for me.
Young I don't know what sadness is yet.
Since then, the winter nights in Iraq have completely calmed me down.
I don't want to go.
Actually, I want to stay.
The situation in Iraq is still turbulent-that's just my excuse.
Under the slogan of liberating Iraq
Overthrew the regime and drove Saddam away.
But Iraqi oil has not yet reached our land.
Iraqi people! Stop your riot.
The sharp rise in the number of war deaths wants to show a strong anti-war sentiment.
Where will my presidential election go?
No frown, but in my heart.
Please don't give me any new worries about the "prisoner abuse scandal"
Go, go, stay, stay.
I just don't want to go to Iraq.
My election, my oil
(2)
Beautiful Babylon was once a brilliant and desolate miracle.
But the empire has collapsed and the flowers in the garden have withered.
No one can summon your defeated child.
Lead them to break the shackles that have long been closed.
Your children and grandchildren have had times when they were not discouraged.
Their headless soldiers still have your inherent pride.
Guards in the Iraqi desert
Oh, who else will ignite this brave spirit?
Jumping off the Euphrates River reminds you of history.
Ah, the heroes of the past! Back in Arabia,
Your soldiers are unimpeded.
Do you know that you are on your own land now?
The shadows of war and death blurred the clarity of the river.
Now a tyrant has been driven away.
And ushered in many hypocrites who waged war.
Your descendants did not resist, but warmly welcomed them.
When independence is deprived, prisoners of war are doomed to be abused.
In addition to displaced people, broken monuments
It doesn't seem to have changed much.
But violent foreign troops
Tell them this is no longer their own city.
Facing war, death, poverty and chaos.
They are eager for the foreign aid they are looking forward to.
But we can't drive away the invading enemy alone.
Or wash away your shame from the tragic history of slaves.
Have you ever known generations of enslaved people?
If you want to be free, you must stand up and fight.
If you want to win, you must hold your weapon tightly.
The United States and Britain have overthrown it for you.
Saddam? Don't!
They are eyeing the oil in the Middle East.
Alas, Iraq has only changed its master, but its fate has not changed.
Democracy and freedom are just a flash.
The history of slavery is still very long.
The city changed from Saddam Hussein to Uncle Sam.
What kind of fate and future is that?
Maybe just hesitating on the old road.
Ah, only the pace of freedom can't come to this oil country.
Because the Statue of Liberty won't listen to the cries of slaves.
(3)
Both America and Britain have been here. Gravel scattered all over the floor, a desolate.
It turned out to be the hometown of Hanging Gardens, a splendid land.
Once played in the long river of history
Its historical sites and rivers play with many children.
Sometimes they come to the river in droves to play happily.
Now it is a wasteland.
Ghosts are everywhere, as silent as night, no, in the ruins.
There is also a child, an Iraqi child with black eyes.
Hang your head and look angry.
Behind him is the quietly flowing Tigris River.
The river is as silent as he is.
Witness the war in fear
Ah, poor boy. Barefoot under rock phosphorus.
Hey, your eyes are as black as pearls.
How can I stop crying?
How can you blur the black of your eyes?
In the dark, lightning flashed through the night.
Raise your yellow head
What do you want, beautiful child, your ending?
I've never had my hair cut. It's fluffy on my beautiful forehead.
Like a loose grass floating in the wind.
What can I give you to comb them neatly?
Let them curl and hang happily all the time
To your white shoulders.
How can I dispel your clouds of light and gloom?
The hamburger just made is sweet and delicious.
You can eat these foods.
The manuscript of the inaugural address is so sincere and charitable.
This is the essence of inaugural speeches of American presidents in past dynasties.
You can have this manuscript.
Oh, I know, poor boy. You have to have your own.
This country practices American-style democracy.
You can live freely.
Go ahead, what do you want? Food, manuscripts, democracy
-peacekeepers, Iraqi children, black-eyed children replied:
I don't want lies and fake democracy. I want the weapon in your hand.