In the ghetto, I use to think I had it bad <br />Until I came to Iraq's capital, baghdad <br />Theres so much history, that lye in this country <br />Riddled with killings and bombings, everyone seems grumpy <br />When will the bullets stop going, up and down range <br />I wonder will this country, ever change <br />The thought of peace here, seem so strange <br />There's no one person, you can point the blame <br />Theres one thing about our country and theirs, that I feel is the same <br />We are both victims, of a political game <br />Create peace through violence, its all a shame <br />when its all over, what will we gain <br />With each passing day, the more I miss home <br />The nights are short, and the days are long <br />Sometimes it feels right, and other times wrong <br />Cannot be weak, I must remain strong <br />Cause my daughter waits, for daddy to come back home.<br /><br />Daniel Chapman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/iraq/
