Iraqy Woman

This poem is written as a Burns Stanza. As such, it must have a certain number of syllables, and certain lines must rhyme. There is no liberty to do otherwise.

The poem sees the Iraqi war through the eyes of a resident. It is not meant to be a political statement either for or against the war. It is simply an observation. Enjoy.


Iraqi Woman

Fierce soldiers stalk with loaded gun
Heart yearns to stay - refuse to run
While others peer through tiny cracks
I stand my ground
Guns point at me, I won't turn back
I make no sound

Fear chokes my breath, I'll suffocate
Thick sweat pops out - can't run - too late
Death has already claimed my mate
I don't know why
Terror comes to seal my fate
... And now I die