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I’m from Sumerians who taught your ancestors to write.
Who taught me the pride of the sun
Long before I could read.
I’m from Hammurabi
Who taught American what is law and urban civilisation
You, who were neither well-bred, nor well-born!
My roots were entrenched before the birth of time.
I’m from the Land of Oil:
Black gold, which is your dream to steal.
You left nothing for us
But these rocks.
So will your state take them
As it has been foretold?
Nor do i encroach.
But if I become angry,
The usurper’s flesh will be my food.
Of my anger.
I’m the hot sun in a desert of magic you cannot get
In your palaces of gold.
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I’m from a country at war
I am from a country that’s bleeding
A country of anger
A country of martyrs,
I’m from a country once called Mesopotamia
I’m from the land of black gold
I’m from the richest land on the earth
I’m from the land of sunshine on a golden desert
I’m from there
But I’m not there
I had beautiful dreams
I had friends, brothers, sisters, sweet parents and pink hopes…
I had green gardens, tall palms and olive trees
I had a warm winter
I was born on land before the crossing of swords on the body
Turned into a banquet table
Before Bush and Blair turned our rivers into blood
Then they donate us millions of tents instead of roofs for our houses
The rain has died in my homeland..
They left graves in the green grass in our…
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