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GODSEND
Deep within the bosom of Taurus Mountain
It springs forth
The river Tigris
It grows as it flows by the banks
Of a city “Godsend”
Baghdad
Mysterious and alluring
Land of the Arabian nights
Magical lamps
Genies and magicians vile
Veiled Maidens
Caliphs of virtue
This was the year 762
It thrived for five centuries
The world came kneeling
To its door
A hub of inventions and
arts galore
It lit the path for tomorrow
In peace and tranquility
Tigris flowed
Until the Mongols arrived
Death rode with Halaku
Naked steel and Odium
Saddled as companions
800,000 were killed
Innocent blood was spilt
Heavens closed its eyes and could only weep
Halaku’s horses galloped in blood
Hooves deep
Tigris went red
Yet it flowed
Generations have come to pass
Carnage comes on wings
From the skies
Conjured by Bush, Blair, media and lies
History records
But it does not forget
Neither forgives
Tigris still flows
Labored, Unable
To wash the burden
Of sins committed
On its banks
Baghdad stands
“Godsend”
