NO BRAVERY

Manal Al_shiekh - Iraq

Hi to James Blunt

Being lost scares me

For no way do I guess to silk

How then can one explain

Your sitting texture into insane sofa

And your flying horse hung from a Nile crack

Do you really ride on a heaven trampled beneath the sun feet

Have I to teach lips of mine

all words

To perceive how best hugging is committed

Come closer and closer

Do print those looks on my fatal screen

Seek seclusion with

My bleeding evening

Still crouching unto

A fist of strange fate

Still do we have orphan Home

On whose remaining do James Blunt sing

Where in people parted the lane flute

Longing steps no longer

To attract those illusions of my tribe

And thereby none comes back to a cave

Twice shall we let you have a seat

Into a question curve

Twice shall you sing us Heavenly replies

Once while you pass it by without being touched

And secondly while you beg a dignified goblet for this Home

As HE stands indifferently

With eyes intending to break

That sorrow once I bled

With stabbed scare

Through your harp

***

Over a childhood wall

U did burry waste lands

With us

And later on enveloped your address with a message saying, 

"BRING THEM HOME , NOW"

How do they come back Blunt

As having found the hole and the wall,

And history bitterness

What all that they can do

Is to die like noble smokers

Having nightmares of a coming Eid.

They did leave the silence of lamb

Borrowing the princess thread and fevered needle

Might they climb up our mornings

Thinking the fate coat can spare our escaping

Facts moses

No

No bids when it is a matter of rose life

Our message never to declare:" bring them back home"

In stead we shall

Kick the fate of our sighs

So as to stay with you and your Guitar

" Say, "NO BRAVERY

ِAnd I shall let it out,

O, blind nation 

O, novelist who hide behind Kufiya and one- eyed Iqal

Do protest like this music 

And let the scarf quiver like a strong will 

Stop wiping your ass with desire stones

Stop freeing your blind tubes towards a dice vision

Stop swallowing your sighs

While on yachts made- by silent-

Of our illuminating flesh

Might they give black fighters light

Still hidden inside a Sumerian heart 

It was a day

So beating

Inside

A pure

Throb

James Blunt: British singer who rejected that brutal U.S attack against the Sunni city of Falluja.