Children & War: I Will Always Worry

When they say - Don't worry!
You should not be sorry!
They don't know, they don't know
I have sinned

Smile and dance, be gracious!
Life is short, yet spacious
Chances come each second,
And we really reckon
You should smile, you should dance
Once again

So they say - Don't worry!
You should not be sorry!
They don't know, they don't know
I have sinned

Children cry, their sorrow
Will go on tomorrow
Yet here I stand so passive
When I really should be active
Reaching out, reaching out
With my love

Still they say - Don't worry!
You should not be sorry!
They don't know, they don't know
I have sinned

What kind of person am I
When I let this child cry?
Parents dead; heartbroken
Indeed his eyes have spoken
Of the horror, the terror
Of war

And when they say - Don't worry!
You should not be sorry!
I will smile in sadness;
Say I'll always worry,
Always be so sorry
When you don't, when you don't
Value life!

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Freelance Trip: Iraq

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The Road to Iraq. Southern Turkey.

The Road to Iraq. Southern Turkey.

Sign of hope? Last winter orange on the tree.

Climb, climb.. and you may reach your liberty.. at its end.





An Iraqi home.. So perfectly peaceful.
Now who would know about the bloody war that's going on behind these walls?





A bottle of gas. People offer their lifetime for this,
queueing from sunrise to sunset (literally).
So, this "liberation" included the Iraqi oil resources too, huh?





The other side of the walls.
A destroyed, trashed, and most importantly, "liberated" country!


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Poetry: Not In Liberty's Name - A Dedication to Iraq

I wrote this poem in dedication to all innocent people who have suffered in the ongoing Iraq War.

Cheapest of all this deadly game
Deceiving minds in Liberty's name
No peace, no freedom, no life at all
A nation oppressed, but I promise I shall
Die if I must for this nation I love
Be brave little child, spread your wings little dove
Upon all what we want, the taste of peace
No blood anymore, no fighting please!
And cheapest of all, this deadly game
No blood must be spilled in Liberty's name.

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Escape From Reality

Before me I watch the sea. Its systematic ripples almost hypnotise me, I'm spellbound. Its beauty appeals.. almost magical. I'm breathless. Me and the sea only, nothing beyond, nothing behind. It draws me closer, closer. My bare skin is almost in contact with the water. I hear distant sounds from behind me. In a far away place children are crying. Men are screaming. Something is up, something really bad. I can sense it. Something is burning. Sirens about to sounds. I should turn. I sould run to help. But the water.. it attracts me. No muscle is moving, and somehow I'm gliding just above the ground's surface. Like a magnet the sea attracts me, little by little.. so slowly, I'm almost there. The screams and cries are getting louder, perhaps closer. But I don't want to know. I don't want to turn. I can't turn, no, not now.. I'm almost there! The water, oh how perfectly cool it now feels against my skin. Rising, rising.. reaching my chest now. An ice-cold relief and some invisible hands turn me to face what once was behind me: A burning city, ruined homes. I see orphans, dead bodies.. I smile, one last time, before the sucking power of death overtakes me. I am free.

I'm Not Every Girl

When you look at me, you think you know me. You look at me and I smile. Like a mirror I reflect the rays back to you and you smile back, though you don't know me. You think I'm happy. You look into my eyes, they're so intense! You feel the warmth in them, it makes you feel comfortable, it assures you. You look at me dance, I glide through air! So smoothly, so gracefully, each step a perfection. And when I speak, I whisper. You can barely hear me.. a protection in voice. So you look at me, and you think you know me. Please, look again, try to see me! Behind the smile, there are endless nights of crying. Behind my eyes, there's an empty sadness. The dancing you observe is nothing but the silent scream to the world.. please understand, I'm not every girl.